<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:38:20.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley Sellick Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113157263971940404</id><published>2005-11-09T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:43:59.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost  half over??:(</title><content type='html'>Wow. It is so weird...ok i still dont know how to spell that, but that's not what I was talking about. Its the fact that its almost the fourth of July, which means that like summer seems like its half over. I guess its not but in thoery yea nevermind... you get the point. So the other day me and Tia watched the natiopnal spelling bee on ESPN it was so cool. I wish i could spell like them... Nope I lied. It's been a while and nothin has really happened. Me and Tia were here on sun and mon. b/c morgan and mom were in Madison for SOAR. They got me a SCONNIE tank top. It's cute. Umm had volleyball today... the two new frosh coaches showed up, they seem nice. But there is still no sign of our coach. I dont really care to be honest ANYONE is better that Temperly. He was gay. Mr. bump on my head half a finger fat ass hoopty saying diet pepsi guzzling Temperly. wow i'm hella gay. Well im gunna go b/c i think morgan wants the computer... More later... Hopefully... Even though my life is boring. But hey... It happens...WHAT SHIT...SOMETMES&amp;gt;theres a hardcore Forest Gump for u right there. Anyway PEACE! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113157263971940404?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113157263971940404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113157263971940404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113157263971940404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113157263971940404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/almost-half-over.html' title='Almost  half over??:('/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113155389628065905</id><published>2005-11-09T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:31:36.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!!! dont read this if you are easily offended!!!!</title><content type='html'>FUCKFUCKER SHIT COCK BALLS ASS TWAT CUNT DICK PUSSY DAMN DOUCHE DOUCHE BAG RETARD COCKJUGGLING THUNDERCUNT SHITFACECOCKMASTER DONKEY RAPING SHITEATER ...ok then..thats enough of the motherfuckin swearin gor now godamnit it.....Ok ppl...shield ur eys...ithat time i bought that curious shit..it was for a chick!,.....NOT MY MOM!!!!!omfg i bet u didnt see that coming...ya knno wut would be cool..if we took my blogging and made a show with it...aa really offensive show..like tht had to be shown late cuz of the offensiveness..i think taht would be awesome...yea,,, doest that sound good? i think so..and what i say goes....its my way or somethin else im sure...hhhhmmm yea this one wired dude i dont kno is leavin me comments so here a shout out u wird ass band dude...&amp;quot;HEY MATT THE WIERD ASS BAND DUDE THAT I DONT KNOW&amp;quot; ok.. now be happy...ummm yea...i just ate some popcorn shicken from Walmart..good shit man!....i like to hit ppl for no reason!!!its super duper fun..YAY!!!!!tomorrows my bos b-day hes wierd but yea....we bought bunch of shit for it..like torches and shit i guess...????....i wish i got torches for my b-day....yep..cleaned the hot tub....man i love that thing...good times haha.....most ppl wont get thaat but oh fucking well...i have a penis pet....haha...its for quarters but who would want to put quarters in it haha....hmm yea.i..ya fuckin kno what...i think santa clause is a hoax..i mean what if you have a brinks home securty system..theres no fuckin way that big ass dude could get by undetected...i mean if he could there no way that company could still be in business its like WTF!!! shit..ya might as well leave your door open....stupid ass shit..i guess thats the same with all mythical shit...cuz like yea...i mean if ur not safe awith a brinks ya might as well kiss uour ass goodbye...so yea...i say there fake..nd i will argue that to if ya wanna...and with sanata if he always can see you does that mean h he watches you in the shower..or while ur doing other things to urself..i mean....if hes real he seems like kind of a perv...cuz lets keep in mind his primary fan is about 5 years old...thats fucking wrong....BLAH!!!!!UGH!!!ARRAAAHHH!!!...but i guess thats just my 2 cents...well im gonna get my roll on...and do the hustle...buhbye peeps.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113155389628065905?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113155389628065905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113155389628065905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113155389628065905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113155389628065905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/warning-dont-read-this-if-you-are.html' title='WARNING!!! dont read this if you are easily offended!!!!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113148585794945528</id><published>2005-11-08T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:37:37.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outsourcing for Business</title><content type='html'>  Outsourcing is an established way of doing business today, allowing companies to maximize their budgets and resources - and generate better products. outsourcing simply means acquiring a product or service rather than producing it in-house. Outsourcing is suitable for just about any industry. Many companies that choose to outsource do so because they don't have or can't attract the people skills they need. Subcontracting gives them access to a much greater pool of resources. It also enables companies to cut cost by 10 to 30 percent, depending on the industry.it helps to increase flexibility to meet changing business conditions.it helps in Greater control of budget. Production of each variety of consumer good requires a unique, specialized component. Vertically integrated firms can manufacture the components they need in the quantity and type that maximizes profits, but they face a relatively high cost due to diseconomies of scope. Specialized firms can produce at lower cost, but outsourcing imposes costs due to search frictions and imperfect contracting. IT outsourcing has been one of the main areas that businesses have relied on external vendors. More recently, other areas of the company have begun to be outsourced, including payroll, human resources and other functional areas that are determined to not be part of the company's main business.  Contact A-1 Technology, Inc for software outsourcing services.A-1 technology also deals with offshore outsourcing, offshore software development and software development outsourcing &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113148585794945528?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113148585794945528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113148585794945528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113148585794945528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113148585794945528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/outsourcing-for-business.html' title='Outsourcing for Business'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113146762110114867</id><published>2005-11-08T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:33:41.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenue</title><content type='html'>    Just a general hello and welcome to my Blog. I have to admit, it gets kinda addicting the more time you spend writing putting down your thoughts, for the world to see; the more I almost feel inclined to do it. I'm trying to get a group of some of my closest friends together so that we can all stay in touch and write about each other and keep each other knowledgeable about each others life. This way when the rush of life gets to us we'll still have the moments shared through our blogs. The older I get and the more time passes, and my friends fade from best friends, to friends and friends to high school buddies and then to acquaintances. I'm learning that one of the most important things to me are those friendships that molded who I am. Now, everything in life affects us one way or another. We are always in a constant state of learning; whether its how we'll respond to others or how we'll respond to ourselves. Those of you that I have called friend are people that I have sweated with, toiled, struggled, loved, and cherished. Those that I have history w/ good or bad that has come to define who we are to each other. Yes, I call you friend. You will always have a home with me. Someone who'll listen and give advice if its needed. Someone will call it like they see it, yet call it in your favor when you need it. You who have helped me through difficult times when I have struggled. I treasure you all and will always. Don't feel left out if our friendship is a recent development, I just look at that as a work in progress. We'll share our own history and some day laugh about our conquests and defeats. I miss you all. Take care of yourselves and goodbye.........  For now......  R-mon Etame' &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113146762110114867?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113146762110114867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113146762110114867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113146762110114867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113146762110114867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/bienvenue.html' title='Bienvenue'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113139897110627747</id><published>2005-11-07T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:29:31.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>arigatou</title><content type='html'>everyone should be grateful... eventhough u may think your life sucks..but there's still things to give thanks for..it's not just giving thanks during thanks giving day.. if that's the case, you would be such an ungrateful person who doesnt appreciate what is around you. a grateul person is much more happier than a grumbling and complain person. i just hate girls who like to complain a lot, so i'll never find a girl like that to be as my wife... if yes, i'll tapped her mouth 1st..muahaha!  well lets see what i should give thanks for...i thank god for:  - for having a wonderful mum and dad...and good sister.. - for having a carrier,company and my business. - for having car to drive wherever i wana go - for having streamyx so i could online to write blog haha - for giving me a not bad income to feed myself - for good buddies like robert, michael and charlie - for good church with friendly people - for Gloria, NN, Zara, Catherine etc. - for all the new friends i made in church - for having driving license so i can drive around and sending ppl home too - for having the sense of taste so i could taste many delicious food - for Rosie, Leslie, and Dongsaeng - for giving me such a good looking and cute face:) hee - for the air i breath everyday i wake up - for the salvation God gave me, and ticket to heaven - for my grandma, aunty and family and cousins - for the dogs which exist in this world, i love dogs, yeah! - for giving me music talents and artistic gifts as well - for the heartbreak i gone through, so i can understand ppl n encourage ppl - for creating many pretty girls in KUching..ahahaha! jk! - for tsunami didnt hit Kuching..phew!!!  there's just soo many things to mention.....there's so many things to give thanks for... i used to grumble a lot..hating why im not borned rich....doesnt look like Lee Hom hahaha...and bla bla..thats all so stupid and childish... so, have u think of what to give thanks for?????  kamisama hontou ni arigatou ne... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113139897110627747?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113139897110627747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113139897110627747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113139897110627747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113139897110627747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/arigatou.html' title='arigatou'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113138111141597326</id><published>2005-11-07T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:31:51.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-(!)RoAd TriP(!)_</title><content type='html'>You know what i think we all should do!! we should go to like mall of america or something and spend the nite at a hotel or sumthing!! that would be like so much fun!! serioulsy we should!! lol for like a birthday or sumthing!! and the ride up there would be the best part lol!! sry i just like to share my ideas!! hahaha &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113138111141597326?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113138111141597326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113138111141597326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113138111141597326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113138111141597326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/road-trip.html' title='-(!)RoAd TriP(!)_'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113131279246885473</id><published>2005-11-06T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:33:12.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today Allen, the vet, came and floated Pebbles's teeth. She also got her shots. We were talking about college and stuff.Since I want to train racehorses, Allen said he knows quite a few trainers and people in the industy. He can introduce me to them and help me get my foot in the door. So once I find out what days I will work at the horse farm this summer, I will hopefully get to meet some of these people.Well, it is kinda raining now, i wonder if it will stop by this evening. oh well, it really doesn't matter to me,I don't think I'm doing anythinganyway. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113131279246885473?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113131279246885473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113131279246885473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113131279246885473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113131279246885473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113129530461104757</id><published>2005-11-06T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:41:44.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat &amp; Mouse</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning as I was getting ready for work, I noticed one of my neighbor's 4 cats pouncing around the lawn in my backyard. Not unusual, but the cat was especially animated -- jumping high and in tight circles; in a word, playful. I soon realized that the cat was playing with something. I looked closer and really hoped his toy was not what I thought. Alas, it was. The cat was playing with a dead mouse. Yuck.I headed off to work with my fingers crossed hopingthat both the cat and the dead mouse would no longer be in my backyard when I returned home later that evening. When I returned home,the cat was nowhere to be seen. As for the mouse, no such luck. The little corpse was still on the lawn, evidence the cat became bored and had moved on to another toy. So, what to do with the dead mouse? My first thought was to notify my neighbor her cat left this dead mouse on my lawn with the expectation that it is her problem to resolve, i.e., you need to get it out of my backyard! The second option involved thoughts of my using a dust pan to pick it up and then fling it over the fence to her backyard thereby making it her problem and no longer mine. Quite the visual, don't you think? Unfortunately, the haunting notion of karma kick-back looms. Lastly, I could use the dust pan to deposit the mouse into a bag and place it in my own garbage can. The last option would be the best and certainly the most mature on my part. However, call me a wimp, but I'm squeamish when it comes to things like dead animals.I left the mouse on my lawn and headed to work again today very much hoping it would no longer be there when I returned from work. Admittedly, avoidance issues are clearly illustrated here. At this very moment, the dead mouse remains on my lawn untouched by either its murderer or me.Even moreoptions came to mind. The corpse is bio-degradable, right? It could just stay there until it completely decomposes. Or, perhaps I could schedule the gardeners sooner than usual?It's been a busy week, and, while I'm clearly hopeful this situation will resolve itself, by this time tomorrow it will be the weekend and I'll have to face the music. I'm just not sure which method to use. Paraphrasing Scarlet O'Hara, I'll think about that tomorrow.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113129530461104757?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113129530461104757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113129530461104757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113129530461104757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113129530461104757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/cat-mouse.html' title='Cat &amp; Mouse'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113120910688392449</id><published>2005-11-05T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:45:07.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well... Hi</title><content type='html'>Well hello everyone, haven't done this in a while so I thought I would again. Theres nothin really to write though. Hmm.. tonight we have a game at Arma at 8:00... Real fun.. not. We have played two games so far, one double header and then just one single game and well we havent won either of those.. There are 4 teams other than us in our &amp;quot;league&amp;quot; or whatever... There is 2 Girard teams, 1 Arma team, 1 Columbus team, then us... from what I have seen so far, we're the worst. Yea, well good news! LOL I havent gotten hit in the head by a line drive while pitching yet... YES! lol, Dylan hasnt gotten hit again yet either (good thing). Lets see.. last time I wrote, I said that we have 22 chickens, 3 ducks... Now we have 28 chickens, 3 ducks.. we did have 29, But the stray dog that was runnin around here got in their coop when dylan went in and he killed one of em.. so yea. Right now I am talking to beautiful Lauren on msn, lol... beautiful?? lol jk lauren, Ummm Karmen stayed here last night but she left earlier today. Ummm anything else??? As you can tell, my life aint too exciting. On the 19th, Me, Karmen, Bethany, Abbey, and Leslie are all going to church camp till the 24th, yay yay yay.. that will give me somethin to do.. Last weekend I went to the lake with Leslie, lol , we just stayed at their boat on the dock, and swam round there, her and her dad tried to get me to go out on the jet ski but I didnt, it was kinda cold, and windy, and yea... Hmm... I think thats been my lifes events here lately, sounds fun huh? Umm not too much fun.. Welp, Im gonna finish this thing... And yea, Im gonna try to get more pics on here sometime, But I kinda broke moms digital camera the other day, so there hasnt been many pics taken lately  But..... yep, I guess that Im gonna go, bbye!-Kensy Shay &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113120910688392449?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113120910688392449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113120910688392449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113120910688392449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113120910688392449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-hi.html' title='Well... Hi'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113114002648003191</id><published>2005-11-04T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:33:46.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need an oppinion guys.....</title><content type='html'>ok listen up, pretend this was you. say u go to bed and ure wearing ure favorite sweatshirt (black element), ure favorite and new hat (black HIM hat), and ure shirt (brand newblack GC shirt)that uve never even worn before. then u wake up with some wrotten whip cream or some shit all over them, ure heartogram necklace, and in ure eye.  Would u be pissed? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113114002648003191?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113114002648003191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113114002648003191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113114002648003191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113114002648003191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-need-oppinion-guys.html' title='i need an oppinion guys.....'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113112231022878399</id><published>2005-11-04T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:38:30.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick</title><content type='html'>Moe is coming in 5 hours! It's been 2 and a half months since I have seen her last. I am very excited to be able to spend time with her again. I think she is going to be able to stay until Thursday before heading back home. Long distance is tough... But you just have to keep talking. We talk every night. It's amazing that we never run out of things to talk about! I am so lucky to have found someone like Moe!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113112231022878399?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113112231022878399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113112231022878399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113112231022878399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113112231022878399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.html' title='Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113103639303510645</id><published>2005-11-03T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:46:39.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JCrew to IPO</title><content type='html'> JCrew filed for an IPO today. The Company said it would raise up to $200 million in the potential offering. The retailer, which is controlled by private equity firm Texas Pacific Group, may raise up to $200 million in the IPO, according to its regulatory filing. That would make it the second-largest retail IPO of the year if the offering is completed before January, according to data provider Dealogic. http://us.rd.yahoo.com/finance/news/rss/story/*http://biz.yahoo.com/rb/050817/retail_jcrew_ipo.html?.v=2  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113103639303510645?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113103639303510645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113103639303510645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113103639303510645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113103639303510645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/jcrew-to-ipo.html' title='JCrew to IPO'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113096745676341287</id><published>2005-11-02T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:37:36.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>It's boxing day for IBC 2005! We're packing it all up today, working or not.  We have a few items to look at when we get to Amsterdam but for the most part we're in very good shape. Nice work Eric! Lot's of late nights with no sleep.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113096745676341287?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113096745676341287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113096745676341287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113096745676341287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113096745676341287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing Day'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113094987002922886</id><published>2005-11-02T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:44:30.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It With Candies</title><content type='html'>forget to post it when it was valentine day in Taiwan  hehe Nowadays there's noneed to express your feelingsby conveying it intoa message! Try these lovely sugar molded figurines which cuteness is unresistable  hm.... Seeing it makes me can't eat it Its just too cute for me to eat  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113094987002922886?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113094987002922886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113094987002922886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113094987002922886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113094987002922886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/say-it-with-candies.html' title='Say It With Candies'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113086318620226246</id><published>2005-11-01T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:39:53.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it back</title><content type='html'> Give it back - Gaelle Give it back, you hijacked my mind so Im falling in circles Cant catch my fall so I need you to be close cause Where you go Ill follow So give it back  In my bed, sleeping not I cannot explain whats in my head Longing for an empty thought But I seem to think of you instead  You blew my mind away And I cant let you go  Took it and ran away Just had to let you know  Just dropped a line to say That I lost all control  You blew my mind away  Give it back, you hijacked my mind so Im falling in circles Cant catch my fall so I need you to be close cause Where you go Ill follow So give it back  In my head and in my heart I cannot complain, no one competes Longing for this pase to stop Never been the same since you loved me  You blew my mind away Now that Im torn apart  Took it and ran away Is when you come for my heart  Theres nothing left to say And I dont know where to start  Give back my thoughts to me Give it back, you hijacked my mind so Im falling in circles Cant catch my fall so I need you to be close cause Where you go Ill follow So give it back &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113086318620226246?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113086318620226246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113086318620226246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113086318620226246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113086318620226246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/11/give-it-back.html' title='Give it back'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113070782462644386</id><published>2005-10-30T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:30:24.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all!!</title><content type='html'>Hey, well im bored and i have an old entry thats like 2 days ago! lol well i decided to enter an entry because i wont be bak probably all day... i'll be in amarillo shopping! yea! i wish clay went but no instead he has to work!!! that sucks! i hate my life being w/o him is just sad! I might spend all my money on shopping lol im crazy! im shopalcoholic!!!!!!! ya'll might think its funny but it aint funny b/c i was born shopalcoholic! which is good at least i dont spend all my money!!! lets see what happens today ne ways wut else to say?? Oh yeah theres only one thing to say!!!! which is my favortie thing to say!!!!! I CLAY TO DEATH! i wont let him go! if he lets me go.... i'll be yeah.... and i'll be in my room crying my heart out... cuz hes mine! lol but im not gunna noe he wont break up w/ me b/c we r in love BIG TIME! thats life lol well imma out 4 now and of course i'll have fun shopping in amarillo! i'll miss u clay! well ttyl!!!!! I love you clay! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113070782462644386?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113070782462644386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113070782462644386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113070782462644386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113070782462644386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-yall.html' title='Hey Y&apos;all!!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113069040068310829</id><published>2005-10-30T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:40:00.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metro / System of a Down</title><content type='html'>I'm alone, sitting with my broken glassMy four walls follow me through my pastI was on a Paris trainI emerged in London rainAnd you waiting there swimming through apologiesI remember searching for the perfect wordsI was hoping you might change your mindI remember the soldier standing next to meRiding on the MetroI was smiling as you took my handSaw the mood we spoke in FranceYou were passed as shallow wordIt isn't passed there's still a hurtYou were passed as shallow wordIt isn't passed there's still a hurtI can see you now smiling as I pulled away..sorryI remember the letter wrinkled in my hand&amp;quot;I'll love you always&amp;quot; filled my eyesI remember the night we walked along the SeineRiding on the MetroI remember a feeling coming over meThe soldier turned, then walked awayF**k you for loving meRiding on the Metro  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113069040068310829?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113069040068310829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113069040068310829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113069040068310829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113069040068310829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/metro-system-of-down.html' title='Metro / System of a Down'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113062165663011367</id><published>2005-10-29T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:34:16.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm hello?</title><content type='html'>  I am drunk and don't care. WHOOPPIEEEEEE! Well not really.....or maybe. I don't know. Been talking to the Lady V and she thinks I am.......might be right. Well it is 11 on a Sat and i am home and lovin it. Nothing better than staying home and watching the grass grow. Hope all your nights are as exciting as mine. One of these days I will get out and do something but for tonight I am just chillin  The lady V is on and I must go for I am powerless to her charms......or drunk and just want to bullshit with Christine. Later &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113062165663011367?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113062165663011367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113062165663011367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113062165663011367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113062165663011367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/ummm-hello.html' title='Ummm hello?'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113060373288791145</id><published>2005-10-29T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:35:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy cats...</title><content type='html'>I still can't seem to get a good night's sleep...the cats being one of the main problems. Last week, Miss Meatball fell off the balcony (about 12 feet on this particular one) but somehow, she was ok. I balled like crazy though...it was one of those situations where, I heard her crying while we were eating lunch, so I went upstairs. She was stuck between a bookshelf and the ledge, and the space she was walking on was narrower than her body. (she was trying to walk backwards to get off it) I was trying to get up there fast but not scare her, and she kept trying to move, and finally, she moved as I was about to reach out for her and she fell. She landed directly below on another set of stairs (granite, no carpet here) on her feet and belly luckily, then ran to the bedroom. Way too traumatic. Kevin and another guy were still eating. I just screamed, &amp;quot;Kevin!&amp;quot; and started balling. She was really scared and took the day to sleep, and is fine now. But my goodness...then, last night, Digger. We heard glass break in the kitchen, so we ran in there and Digger was stuck up on top of the new cupboard we put in, couldn't get down, so I had to climb up there and get him. Then again, I was woken up at about 3:30am last night to a really wierd sound...one I hadn't heard before, which is never a good sign. At first, I thought the cats were just playing with some new thing they found. Then I heard the cat meowing, A LOT, and it didn't stop. As I looked toward the window, get this, I see Digger tight-roping the top of the curtain rods. He had climbed the curtains, all 10 feet of them and once at the top, couldn't get down. Well, we don't have a ladder, so again, I scream, &amp;quot;Kevin! Get up!!! Digger!!!&amp;quot; (Visions of Miss Meatball falling were running through my head) So we started stacking furniture to get high enough to catch him. Of course he wouldn't jump, so we had a stool on our coffee table with Kevin on top, reaching on his toes with a towel in hand to get Digger. Well, how can you scold a cat that is freaked out of his mind...I am hoping that fear was his lesson. We just cuddled with him for a bit then fell asleep. Anyway, needless to say, again, it was a long night. I am hoping some of this drama will end over time...I just wish they were old cats at times, and too lazy to run like maniacs around the house at 3am...........Well, it is confirmed, after last night, no lesson was learned. I just went upstairs to grab a light sweater (the ACwas getting to me) and when I walked into our room...there was only one cat to be found...not surprising, Digger was missing. It took me about 3 seconds to look up, and there he was, laying quite comfortably on the top of our air conditioner!!! Unbelievable. I got a picture of it for you all to see (he was in no rush to get down), then got Kevin to help me, and we brought him down. Now I really need to figure this out...he is out of control! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113060373288791145?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113060373288791145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113060373288791145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113060373288791145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113060373288791145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/crazy-cats.html' title='crazy cats...'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113053504659361433</id><published>2005-10-28T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:30:46.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rank these by order of importance</title><content type='html'>Party girl diappears in aruba  government official breaks federal law by blowing cover of cia operative  baby gets head blown off byL.A. swat  what the hell is wrong with the media in this country! they would rather pump a story 24 hours a day about a common crime which happens every day than ask some HARD questions of the fools running this country. they need to read the constitution and become the government watchdogs that their precious1st amendment was designed for. corporate sellouts and government lackeys have no business spreading thier yellow journalism, infotainmernt and soundbytes to the american public as the truth. try doing your job you pack of talking heads. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113053504659361433?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113053504659361433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113053504659361433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113053504659361433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113053504659361433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/rank-these-by-order-of-importance.html' title='rank these by order of importance'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113051711818482741</id><published>2005-10-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:31:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Harry met Sally</title><content type='html'> Harry Burns: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113051711818482741?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113051711818482741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113051711818482741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113051711818482741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113051711818482741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-harry-met-sally.html' title='When Harry met Sally'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113044943520087424</id><published>2005-10-27T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:43:55.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Gloomy SundayBy Lewis Rezsos Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest The shadows i live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts of ever ruturning you Would they be angry if i thought of joining you Glommy sunday.. With shadows I spent it all My heart and I Have decided to end it Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know Let them no weap Let them know That i'd glad to go Death is no dream For in death i'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul i'll be blessing you  Gloomy sunday... Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake andI find you were asleep in the deep of my heart Dear Darling I hope That my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you  How muchI wanted to do Gloomy sunday...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113044943520087424?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113044943520087424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113044943520087424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113044943520087424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113044943520087424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/gloomy-sunday.html' title='Gloomy Sunday'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113043095533219336</id><published>2005-10-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:35:55.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored with notin to do...</title><content type='html'>so...im really bored...um its ugly outside...uh yeahi dunno..i got my hair cut ....its beautiful...haha whits mom did it!! shes awesome...anyways...um...i dunno im really happy cus our guarding things are over! finally lol zach and jess! haha the 500! lol that sucked major.jess ur crazily fast um slack lol....lol jess....YESTERDAY! ah! that was so much fun...um i looked really evil! lol....u looked normal...jk! haha so yeah...jordan y dont u like my laugh? hahaur mean. well im gonna go cus im so bored and this is getting really stupid...so cya,love.oh yeah and i hope u all loved jess and i's shout outs....so retarded.oh well!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113043095533219336?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113043095533219336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113043095533219336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113043095533219336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113043095533219336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/bored-with-notin-to-do.html' title='bored with notin to do...'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113034519583747560</id><published>2005-10-26T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:46:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Camp</title><content type='html'>So I was at band camp from the 18th to the 22nd. That was awesome. Hung out with my buddy Mitch a lot. We went to some sweet concerts, but truth be told, those do get tiresome when it's all you do for three days. At any rate, I enjoyed it.  I've started at West Rock. Apparently everyone there is anti-christ, except me and a manager who used to be a priest at a catholic school. That's interesting. Once training's over and I know people better things will go more smoothly. I won't have to follow people around everywhere to know what to do.  My trio all has jobs now, since I was the last. But I'm the only one who still has virgin lips. I suppose I'm glad. I wouldn't have wanted to kiss any of the people my friends have. *shudder* Saving the first kiss for someone special is my plan of action.  I'd write more, but I'll save it for later, because it's past my bed time.  All God's and s &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113034519583747560?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113034519583747560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113034519583747560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113034519583747560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113034519583747560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/band-camp.html' title='Band Camp'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113027625379240070</id><published>2005-10-25T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:37:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid people</title><content type='html'>god i am so dman tired of stupid ass people running they mouths damn this world would be a better place if people would stop talking about everyone else and worry bout there selfs but to all you that talk about me thanks for letting me be the center of ur world its cool u laway thinkin bout me so much u got to talk about me and shit but still shut the fuck up god u guys r so damn stupid but anyways besides stupid ass people everything else is good skyler is great and i'm ok but i'm gonna go ttyl bye &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113027625379240070?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113027625379240070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113027625379240070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113027625379240070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113027625379240070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid-people.html' title='stupid people'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113025832552704000</id><published>2005-10-25T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:38:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For what do we live?</title><content type='html'> i say people live for happiness. however noone thinks in the same way everyone wants different things to fill his or her desire to achieve the happiness some want money somewant love some want power some want peace ... what makes me happy and what makes you happy? but there is no end for happiness because there is no end for needness can people always be happy? should people always be happy? i think she or he will get bored to live happy forever because a short happy time is a happy time but a long happy timewill becomean usual and normal life therefore people will seek for new happy time being always happy will make one dumb , blind to the reality only plant people and dumbs living without pain and people learn thingsfrom experiences which are sorrow andpainful to get stronger and more responsible so my conclusion is ------ do not blame your present life even though it is like a piece of shit or doesn't worth anythingyour and my lives are hard and sometimes i do question to the God but never do blame i know the difficult things that i am experiencing right now are priceless and nobody could use Money, the mighty stuff in the world, to buy that from my life, because i am learning from it and that is the reason for making me strong. thank you God, my lord thank you for letting me experience the things Thanks for giving me such precious priceless gift &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113025832552704000?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113025832552704000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113025832552704000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113025832552704000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113025832552704000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-what-do-we-live.html' title='For what do we live?'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113018980283862143</id><published>2005-10-24T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:36:42.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirko Interview</title><content type='html'>Original from Nokaut.comNokaut.com: Not much time left Mirko. Your second title fight is just behind the corner. Mirko: Yes, it's finally happening, I just can't wait to get in the ring. Nokaut.com: Can you say that you're 100% ready for the fight? Mirko: Yes, I feel great and I'm 100% ready. My team did a great job and i want to thank my trainers Fabricio Werdum and Vlado Boi for making their best effort. I also want to thank my sparring partners Croatian boxers Stjepan Bozic and Damir Tovarovic. Let's not forget Igor Pokrajac and the rest of the team who went through this with me. Nokaut.com: This is not just a simple fight  were your trainings any different then usual? Mirko: We're allways working hard, no matter who is the opponent. I did my best in the trainings yet again and now we'll see what happens. Nokaut.com: We know that you're tired of predictions, but what can we expect on 28th August? Mirko: I expect an excellent fight and a very good show for the fans. Nokaut.com: Mirko Cro Cop will be the champion after that night? Mirko: We'll see about that. It sure sounds good (laugh). Nokaut.com: What's your personal opinion about Fedor? Mirko: I don't know him much really, but as far as I know him he's a very kind person. I respect him. Nokaut.com: He never lost a fight in PRIDE. Mirko: There's a first time for everything. Nokaut.com: What will be the key for winning this fight? The strategies are quite clear, you'll try to keep it standing, Fedor will try to take ito the ground. Mirko: It's not that straightforward. He can also punch and I can make an armbar or choke. Anything can happen in the fight and not everything is in strategy. Nokaut.com: You really think you can give Fedor problems on the ground? Mirko: I'm a stand-up fighter but my improvements in ground game are huge and I'm not afraid of the ground fight. Nokaut.com: Fedor was working hard on his stand-up skills  he went to Vos gym even. Mirko: That's good for him, we'll see how he'll deal with me. Nokaut.com: Do you think Fedor will be more nervous the ever? Not only a few pepole think that he was avoiding this fight? Mirko: That's not my problem really. Nokaut.com: Fedor's brother Alexander and sparring partner Ibragim Magomedov were unable to beat you. You KO'ed both of them. Will that make Fedor feel more nervous? Mirko: That's not my problem either (laugh). Nokaut.com: This fight is a top prioritey in your life? Mirko: No, my familly comes first. But yes, this fight is the most important fight in my career and winning the belt would be the best prize for all of my efforts in the ring for past 10 years. Nokaut.com: When do you leave to Japan? Mirko: On 22th August. Nokaut.com: Your familly will be with you in Saitama? Mirko: No, they'll stay behind, but many of my friend are going to Tokyo to support me. Nokaut.com: Other Croatians will see the action live on TV? Mirko: Yes, Nov@ TV will be airing the show live. Some new material was filmed as a warming-up for the show and I hope people will like it. Nokaut.com: This fight is definitely one of the greatest in the history of MMA. The hype is huge, how do you deal with such a pressure? Mirko: Sometimes it's not easy but I'm a professional and I deal it with it somehow. I don't like the hype much, my phones are ringing all day. It's also part of this game and I'm taking it that way. Nokaut.com: If you take the title you'll probably face Minotauro again. Mirko: I certainly hope so, I want the rematch. Nokaut.com: Some other fighters are challenging you, like Josh Barnett ... Mirko: The title fight comes first and then we'll see about everything else. It seems that everyone wants to fight me these days. It must be something in the air (laugh). Nokaut.com: Any messages for the fans? Mirko: I'll do my best to give you a good reason to celebrate on 28th August. It's gonna be an exciting fight that's for sure! Nokaut.com: Good luck Mirko, bring the belt to Croatia!   In other news Chuck Liddell will be defending his title againts Jeremy Horn tonight, we'll see if Horn can pull an upset.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113018980283862143?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113018980283862143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113018980283862143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113018980283862143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113018980283862143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/mirko-interview.html' title='Mirko Interview'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113017161209299265</id><published>2005-10-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:33:32.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Come around again,and I WILL call the COPS!!!*</title><content type='html'> Ok,so,ya'll read my PREVIOUS blog about &amp;quot;Dan&amp;quot;....well,this is sort of a CONTINUATION of it:  So,I come into work this morning,and there are about 5 kids.I think:&amp;quot;Ok,5 kids I can handle.&amp;quot; Well,about 10 minuets later,in walk3 more kids,and I'm thinking,&amp;quot;When is Shelly going to come in?I can't handle8 whiney kids by myself.&amp;quot; So,she came in at 10:00.But before that,I had Marlene(one of my co-workers)get me a jug of milk for the kids.Well,she came down,and forgot to get me the milk,and she goes,&amp;quot;I'll run back upstairs to get you some milk,but someone's here to see you.&amp;quot; And LOW-AND-BEHOLD........standing outside of the toddler room door is &amp;quot;Dan&amp;quot; (*name withheld for privacy*)He stands there,and waves at me,and I just give him this glare,and yelled at him,and I go,&amp;quot; I DON'T EVER WANT YOU COMMING TO MY HOUSE AGAIN!!!!!!!!AND I ESPECIALLY DON'T WANT YOU COMMING TO MY WORK AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;quot; That's when I slammed the door in his face.I didn't even give him a chance to say anything back to me.He just left.I was going to ask him HOW he knew I was back from vancouver,and how he even KNEW I was working at Wee Care.But hehad alreaday left.ButI didn't tell him that I worked there!!! I don't even want to talk to him!!!!!! I don't even like him!!!! But anyway,back to the story.So,after he left,Marlene came in the room,and goes,&amp;quot;I...take it that was someone you DIDN'T want to see?&amp;quot; I go,&amp;quot;Phish..................YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;quot; So,then I told her the whole story how he came to my house last weekend looking for me.And how he was trying to look in my upstairs bedroom window,and how he used to live up the road from me,and try to come visit me,and how he would ALWAYS beat up on hisb youngerbrother.And how I told my mom to tell him that I don't live here anymore,but she told him that I was busy....(*darn you mom.*) But anyway,I guess Hope was saying that he came to my work last week on a monday that I wasn't there,and he asked her,&amp;quot;Does Mollie work here?&amp;quot; She goes,&amp;quot;She isn't here right now.&amp;quot; And he goes,&amp;quot;Ok,but does she work here?&amp;quot;And Hope thought nothing of it,and told him that I will be at work the next day.Well,I told Trina all of this too,and she told Hope about it,and Hope came into the toddler room today,and told me that Trina told her about &amp;quot;what is happening with&amp;quot;Dan&amp;quot; trying to stalk me or something.And she was telling me that I need to get a restraining order.And Shelly was telling me that she has seen him in Hemlock hiding out in the bushes somewhere.I don't know how long ago that was,but it's FREAKING CREEPY.So,Hope knows,Trina knows,Marlene knows,and Shelly knows now that if he ever comes back to talk to me again at work,that they'll just shun him away.I came home and told my mom about him,and told her I need to get a restraining order for him.She thinks I don't need one,but she told me that if he ever comes to visit me at work,or ever shows up here at the house again,that THEN I can get a restraining order.I was just talking to Kelly,and he thinksI should get one soon before it's too late.I know. want to,but I don't want my mom getting mad at me because I got one right away!I don't know.I just came close to crying like 3 times today! That's how freaking PISSED OFF and SCARED I was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just wish he would leave me the HELL ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!   *I WILL have that RESTRAINING ORDER ARRANGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113017161209299265?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113017161209299265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113017161209299265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113017161209299265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113017161209299265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/come-around-againand-i-will-call-cops.html' title='*Come around again,and I WILL call the COPS!!!*'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113010397384690552</id><published>2005-10-23T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:46:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artsy Fartsy</title><content type='html'>I've decided to put up some of my various kinds of art. I have gathered it all together and I'm working on photographing all of it for a sort of retrospective. It's all copyrighted, of course, and the digital files are protected with digital watermarking. There will be more.I even shocked myself when it was all gathered together.Thank heavensI didn't start until I was 50.You will find oil paintings, watercolors, digital art, assemblage, collage, painted furniture, small objects, etc. Later I may add pictures of my Caribbean-decoupaged bathroom that I did in my former house.  After I did all the oil paintings I put up here, I decided to go to school to learn art but they don't seem to teach art, or at least they didn't at the college where I went  they just wanted weird stuff, so I gave them weird stuff and got really good grades and won lots of scholarships.It doesn't make a lot of sense to me.  A lot ofmy artreflects my cancer battle, like the one called &amp;quot;Dead Woman Walking&amp;quot; that I did in both digital art and in watercolor, and one called &amp;quot;Running Out Of Time&amp;quot; that won Honors at school for digital art.There are many self-portraits because I am a handy subject. Most of the self-portraits are what is called &amp;quot;blind controur,&amp;quot; done without looking at the paper while drawing. They're wacky, but I enjoy them and I found that if I add some watercolor, they become even more interesting. I do them of other people and objects, also.  In addition, I have always been fascinated with Mexican and Caribbean art, in their folk art, religious art, pop art, movie posters, etc., etc., etc. I love the bright colors, etc. I have recently been making a lot of that kind of art, too, like nichos, birdhouses, plaques, retablos, rosary boxes, trinket boxes, etc.  Art is my main passion, but right now I am not making any, so I thought I'd put some up here just to look at. I'm working on scanning and captioning thousands of old family pictures and artifacts, some going back 150 years,and I feel an obligation to get that done for the rest of my family. And in that process, I have also gotten involved in a lot of genealogy, another time-consuming addiction. I had even planned to be back at school this semester, both studying and working at a different college, but roadblocks kept popping up and I finally took that as an omen, plus I realized this project needs to take precedence. So between now and January, I need to finish the family photo/genealogy project AND the compendium with digtal representations of all my art.  And then there's the poetry...   And music...  And writing memoirs, stories, etc....  And building websites... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113010397384690552?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113010397384690552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113010397384690552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113010397384690552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113010397384690552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/artsy-fartsy.html' title='Artsy Fartsy'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113008558792835912</id><published>2005-10-23T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:39:47.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I watches alot of movies, from gangster hip pop to drama, fighting.  Interational movies i dig that too, from korean, to china, to japan.  And now I dig this chinese chick.   An old song   Chorus:If you wanna go and take a ride wit mewit three women in the fo' with the gold D'sOh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high wit meSmoke a L in the back of the Benz-yOh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) [Verse 1]In the club on the late night, feelin rightLookin tryin to spot somethin real niceLookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home)She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rudeBut as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on (Know that it's on)I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last videoSo when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?Her measurements were 36-25-34I like the way you brush your hairAnd I like those stylish clothes you wearI like the way the light hit the ice and glareAnd I can see you boo from way over there Chorus [Verse 2]Face and body front and back, don't know how to actWithout no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin backYou should feel the impact, shop on plasticwhen the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past thatWatch me as I gas that, folk got sick paidWatch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanesIt feel strange nowMakin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine nowI got the title from my momma put the whippin on end nowDamn shit done changed nowRunning credit checks with no shame nowI feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own townI'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.Tellin me about a party up in NYCAnd can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flightPayin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White Chorus 2X [Verse 3]Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don't knowAnd I got somethin to tell yaYou won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flowFolks said that I was a failureBut now the same motherfuckers askin me fo' doughAnd I'm yellin, &amp;quot;I can't help ya&amp;quot;&amp;quot;But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?&amp;quot;Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?! Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly highNiggaz wanna know why, why I fly byBut yo it's all good, Range Rover all woodDo me like you should - fuck me good, suck me goodWe be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggazPoppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-nakedHoney in the club, me in the BenzIcy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friendsSo if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to thisAnd if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to thisAnd if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist'Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wristCity talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listenWhen I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attentionSee the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they dissHonies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113008558792835912?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113008558792835912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113008558792835912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113008558792835912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113008558792835912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-113001751483361565</id><published>2005-10-22T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:45:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I start school on August something</title><content type='html'>Hey,   I start school sometime this month, and it is my last year of highschool, yay I guess. I think it starts on the 22nd, or sometime shortly after that. Not much else to say, other than I am actually excited, well, more happy that school is starting, so I can have something to do.   Talk to you later. -Aaron &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-113001751483361565?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/113001751483361565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=113001751483361565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113001751483361565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/113001751483361565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-start-school-on-august-something.html' title='I start school on August something'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112999912737165250</id><published>2005-10-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:38:47.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geen Bureau Gras</title><content type='html'>Mja, had al zo'n vermoeden. Kreeg een emailtje dat ik maar niet moest komen. Ben gewoon afgewezen voordat ik uberhaubt een sollicitatiegesprek had. Goh, ging het maar zo makkelijk als bij Joram's bedrijf. Zouden hun nog een plekje vrij hebben...? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112999912737165250?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112999912737165250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112999912737165250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112999912737165250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112999912737165250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/geen-bureau-gras.html' title='Geen Bureau Gras'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112993034375015761</id><published>2005-10-21T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:32:23.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iono</title><content type='html'> ok rite now im kinda bored im talkin to chrissy an emily stayed the nite last nite i think ive gone crazy like b4 i was just gettin therre but im actually crazy now i called travis at 1:00 in the morning yesterday and i was actin all crqazy an stuff so yea i ma officially a freak!!!!!!i think it had sumthing to do with the white stuff on the softball field i wondered wat it was cuz i thought it was flour so i sniffed it an i dont think it was flour lol cuz after it i was acting so wierd an i even looked like a psycho WiErD!!!!! tonite i have nuttin to do...yet well im gonna go bye &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112993034375015761?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112993034375015761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112993034375015761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112993034375015761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112993034375015761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/iono.html' title='Iono'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112991277322737363</id><published>2005-10-21T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:39:33.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jr. Bush's American Regime</title><content type='html'> I was reading an article in the paper this morning that outlined the tatics and practices used by the American Army at bases such as Guantanemo, where the majority of the world's terror suspects are being held. To my disgust, I read about phycological and physical torture that is used to interrogate the individuals detained. The detail that gets me is that in North America, we are all supposed to be deemed innocent until proven guilty, or at least that's what I thought.  The acrticle sighting documents right from the &amp;quot;horse's mouth&amp;quot; (a.k.a. Donald Rumsfeld) called these procedures &amp;quot;environmental stratagies for interrogation.&amp;quot; But, interviews with the previously detained proved these tactics to be barbaric. Firstly, the majority of the people detained, have not been charged with anything and furthermore have not even been informed as to the reason for the U.S.'s suspicions of their ties to terror networks. If memory serves me correctly, isn't that practice illegal in America? Secondly, there are accounts that have been through a series of polygraphs, that state that the incarcerated are interrogated for hours and if nothing that the soldier's want to hear comes out the prisoners are pushed face first into used toilets or beaten unconcious. Also, seeing as the majority of the inmates are Muslim,one would think that having a Halal (blessed in the Islamictradition)menu for the inmates would be manditory... Well,it isn't. Inmates are forced to eat pork, something that is strictly forbidden to Muslim's worldwide, and if they refuse are beaten and force fed water to keep them alive. Does this not fall into the category of cruel and unusual punishment, aslo illegal inAmerica? George Bush Jr. has made many politcaland entreupeneurial blunders in his time, but thefactthat this type of treatment goes on at an Americanfacility shows that he is far more than just an idiot. He is the most powerful international terrorist, weilding his almightyArmy likethe sword of aevil knight in the dark ages. What also really gets under my skin, is thefact that the American public votedhim into office for a second term.Is the American public that blind, orhas the mental masturbation that Fox News provides clouded the American people'sbetter judgement into believing that George Bush Jr. is actually doing a good job. I will never agree with what theterrorists did on September 11, but at the same time Bush has hardly made things better by falsely invading Iraq for oil under the monicker ofliberation from a tyrant (Sadaam Hussien) and imprisoning people at will with no evidence or proof to hold them incarcerated. Sending under equipped, mentally and protectivly, soldiers into a situation that you had no rightto in the first place is a perfect example of why you should never be President. Unless George Bush Jr. just wanted to relive the Vietnam days, which as we all know is another shining example of America's &amp;quot;shoot first and ask questions later policy&amp;quot; when it comes to war. If you ask me, and by being on my MSN Space you already have, George Bush Jr. should just step down as President because it's obvious that incompetance is raining supreme in the White House these days, and even though John Kerry isn't the best replacement, at least he's never sunk a multi-million dollar Texas oil company into bankruptcy. Having George Bush Jr. at the helm of the strongest and richest countries in the world is like giving a stupid schoolyard bully a gun with unlimited ammoto run rampant with, oh wait that's already happened in America. So, why again, is America trying to solve other country's &amp;quot;so-called&amp;quot; problems when they have so many of their own? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112991277322737363?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112991277322737363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112991277322737363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112991277322737363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112991277322737363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/jr-bushs-american-regime.html' title='Jr. Bush&apos;s American Regime'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112984417746482411</id><published>2005-10-20T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:36:17.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh...I am so frustrated now!!! My mom said that I don't know what shes going through at all that she can't drive or anything. That may be true but she gets high in her spare time...Okay sorry u guys...but ugh! has she ever tought about what I'M going through!? Does she even care that I want to kill myself to escape my house? Does she understand that I cry ever night wishing my life was better??? I know im being stupid and i dont even know why i am posting this blog. its freaking stupid to post stuff wen ur complain, so sorry... ~Ashley~ fieryredheadthesecond@msn.com  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112984417746482411?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112984417746482411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112984417746482411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112984417746482411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112984417746482411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/grrr.html' title='Grrr'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112982596225688321</id><published>2005-10-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:32:42.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me -N- Jackie</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody...Well todayI woke up and played with Molly..thenI chilled for a bit then yeah/Then Jackie came over and i'll tell you about that/Okay first thing we did 1.)Jackie came in my door.Took off her shoes and put them on the table.Then sat down. Then we went and got sodas with my &amp;quot;unsafe mommy.(She didnt blow out the candles when we left!:()2.)We went to my room.put pics on a poster board of us.3.)We played dress up lol..I was Napoleon Dynamite/She was some freaky lady.4.)Te thought it would be cool if we put baby powder in our hair.So we did it.it wasnt exactly cool.5.)Attempted to curl jackies hair.Didnt work out.We forgot to unplug the curling iron.That was bad.6.)Now we're sitting here watching Pee Wee!:) Later Dudes!:) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112982596225688321?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112982596225688321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112982596225688321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112982596225688321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112982596225688321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-n-jackie.html' title='Me -N- Jackie'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112975833136150759</id><published>2005-10-19T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:45:31.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a hermit's life</title><content type='html'>this past week has been the mother of all hermit weeks of my entire life.. and that is saying alot coming from a girl who used to live out of town and didn't have a liscence. from monday to sunday... i only went on a walk after work one night with some people, and went out for coffee on wednesday with mal... it was ridiculous. now, i'm not complaining, because every once in awhile it's awesome to take a break from an otherwise hectic life... but this hermit routine has gotten pretty old pretty quick. i think i might snap soon... so this week... i'm going out.  I kind of went out a little yesterday for about two hours to shop with lauren... and it was fun... and then i walked with max for awhile last night...but after an entiresummer of doing something almost every day... i need to getout more.  Hopefully today will be the daythat i start to get out more. I have an eye exam... it's weird... but i love going to them.. as well, Derek is finally home today,and it's his birthday. soi'm going to see him whether he wants me to or not. so yeah... ok i'm going now... i apologize for the randomness of this blog thingy.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112975833136150759?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112975833136150759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112975833136150759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112975833136150759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112975833136150759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/hermits-life.html' title='a hermit&apos;s life'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112974014375081798</id><published>2005-10-19T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:42:23.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Yes yes i am alive, what are those draft things you ask? I DONT KNOW? will i get rid of them? I HAVENT TRIED ANYTHING AND IM OUT OF IDEAS!?, owell onto the whole point of this blog, well i was sitting here today bored, with my webcam so i started taking photos, which can be founnd under the photos thing duh (every photo you view you use give me $2.31, 10% of which goes to charity arnt i nice) anyways moving on, through out the corse of my whole photo journey in which i never left my chair, i found a marker and some pretty cool stuff on photoshop.  PLUS im am the king of the world and im better then you all, lets see someone respond to this ;D PEOPLE who do respond dont smell btw &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112974014375081798?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112974014375081798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112974014375081798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112974014375081798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112974014375081798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112967110346247623</id><published>2005-10-18T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:31:43.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp out!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys im thinkin bout havin a campout party!! its gunna b a blast!!! lol! i cant wait were gunna have a bon fire then go out on the lake rlly late and swim!well thats rlly all i have 2 say.................... oh ya and our golf team got 2nd place!!we shot 26 or sumthin like that! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112967110346247623?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112967110346247623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112967110346247623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112967110346247623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112967110346247623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/camp-out.html' title='camp out!!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112965368734437679</id><published>2005-10-18T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:41:33.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeehah!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! No more exams! Yusssss!!!! Partay! Lol... Well... It's actually probably time to start revising for my resits in the winter  Lol, I don't know... I **think** I'll be ok... Ouch!!! Earlier on today I stood on a strand of wire and it went into my foot and it was SOOO sore!!! I couldn't find my tweezers quickly either so I had to get it out with a pair of pliers!!!  I didn't even have the small pliers, it was the big pair that I would use to twist garden wire and the like... Don't and I repeat, don't try that one at home guys... Hmm what else of interest happened today... I'm actually sitting here all ready to run when we get the text from my mum telling us she's ready to go so... Meh lol... I dont pack light, but I can fit everything I need into two bags. They're both projector bags would you believe... I could also probably tell you exactly what's in them without opening them... But that's quite sad. It's just my skill for inventory  Yusss!! An oldish bond movie has just come on so I'll be able to watch this.. Bye! lol! Take care Mike xx &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112965368734437679?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112965368734437679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112965368734437679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112965368734437679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112965368734437679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeehah.html' title='Yeehah!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112958467148190307</id><published>2005-10-17T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:31:11.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing exciting is happening</title><content type='html'>SIgh, nothing much has been going on... its the first week of school what do u expect? Let me enjoy myself a little more would ya? lol  Been shopping a little and met up with Emmanuel, my &amp;quot;brother&amp;quot; in town for dinner and coffee. He arrived in Brissy about a month ago and is pursuing a deg in Uni of Queensland. Too bad he is not in the same uni as me.   Oh i came across this ad from one of my lectures. Its freaking funny and clever. But whether it sells? hmmmmmm go check it out... its for Carlton Draft, a popular local brand of beer in Aussie. Their style of ads are usually all tongue in cheek and this ad in particular was shot in New Zealand, directed by the same pple who did LOTR. GO CHECK IT OUT!    Latest update: been off ciggies for nearly one month now...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112958467148190307?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112958467148190307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112958467148190307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112958467148190307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112958467148190307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/nothing-exciting-is-happening.html' title='Nothing exciting is happening'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112956759618999136</id><published>2005-10-17T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:46:36.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am cool coz i er... "Blog"</title><content type='html'>What is a blog, i belive that is an amazing question. If anyone knows the correct answer, send a stamped postcard with the answer and your name to... MY ADDRESS. Anyways, this is er... EXCITING isnt it folks. I thoughti better be cool and write a blog just so there is something for all the incredibly bored people to read while viewing my msn &amp;quot;space&amp;quot;.  To be even cooler i will tell you wat song im listening to...wait for it....its coming.... SYSTEM OF A DOWN - CHOP SUEY! One great song that a chav will hate... oh ye I LOVE CHAVS (especially laura bunning aka the biggest chav in the world) Anyways, goto get ready for work... I LOVE WORK!!! adios and remembering folks (yes i need to say sumat gay before i go soooo KEEP &amp;quot;BLOGGING&amp;quot;! ok shoot me now) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112956759618999136?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112956759618999136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112956759618999136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112956759618999136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112956759618999136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-cool-coz-i-er-blog.html' title='I am cool coz i er... &quot;Blog&quot;'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112949877535106114</id><published>2005-10-16T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:39:35.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SON OF A...!</title><content type='html'>Oh my GOD... What the crap else could go wrong this week?! First, one of my great friend's daddy dies, brings up one of my bestfriend's shit, which brings up my shit, which made me depressed, then one of my best friend's mommy has had 2 heart attacks, her car frickin' DIES, so I go pick her up to go to the hospital, speeding on the way there, get a god damn 140 dollar SPEEDING TICKET by some asshole of a state trooper, and to top it all off, myboyfriend had to leave me for work last night and won't be back til this weekend. This week sucks ASS. You don't know how badly I just want to, like... burn a house down or... something... Oh, I also saw Maurice Green at the old car wash yesterday. It took everything in me not to run his ass over and beat his skull in til his brain was smeared on the concrete. Hate that mother fucker... Can ya feel the love? I feel it. Oh yes, I do. Let me tell YOU... Going on about 4 hours of sleep in the past 2 days. YES... I'm so tired right now but I can't sleep. More than anything, I just wish Matt was here. I really need him right now and he's impossible to get ahold of... Ah, fuck... Somebody shoot me.  Alex &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112949877535106114?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112949877535106114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112949877535106114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112949877535106114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112949877535106114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/son-of.html' title='SON OF A...!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112948035513743283</id><published>2005-10-16T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:32:35.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Yahoo shuts chat rooms amid child-sex fears - Tech News &amp;
 Reviews - MSNBC.com</title><content type='html'> Quote I'm glad to hear that Yoahoo has been forced to act responsibly. It is unfortunate however that it took the power of the Almighty Dollar to force them to do what was right. Namely, sponsors were withdrawing and they were being sued. Well, cudos to these sponsors! Yahoo shuts chat rooms amid child-sex fears - Tech News &amp;amp; Reviews - MSNBC.comSkip &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112948035513743283?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112948035513743283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112948035513743283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112948035513743283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112948035513743283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-yahoo-shuts-chat-rooms.html' title='Talking about Yahoo shuts chat rooms amid child-sex fears - Tech News &amp;&#xA; Reviews - MSNBC.com'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112941181553345665</id><published>2005-10-15T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:30:15.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>Not too much going on here in Iraq whent to freedom rest that is where I get a few days off from alll this it was nice meet alot of good people from other units. found out that we have it bad here most people live in 2 man rooms while we sleep in 1 man tents they have fast food like taco bell we have defac but its not all bad we have fun and to think we only have a few more months here I am so ready to get home and to get back in school and be normal again well I have to go got some work to do I will tey and write some more &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112941181553345665?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112941181553345665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112941181553345665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112941181553345665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112941181553345665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112939424061392971</id><published>2005-10-15T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:37:25.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indian Diaries - Day 1</title><content type='html'>0815 --&amp;gt; ahhh!! today is the day! FINALEMENTE!! Our flight leaves at 1250, i hope to god it's not delayed ghax we'll be screwed with other flights.. kinda. Anyways, just did some last minute things.. (bdw, nic, tnx for the wake up call :P) I have to pick up Nat at around 1000 (allahares you ain't awake nathalene brewer!!), then come home, and leave at around 1030. I want to be first in line to book the seats :)  Luggage - check Handluggage - check Pinkbag - check Passport - check Ticket - errr.. check Money - check  0930 --&amp;gt; OH MY GOD!!! this bag weighs more than me.. and that's saying something. Just attempted carrying it downstairs... OUCH!!!!!  ooo we're off so so so so so so so soon!!! Am gonna miss you guys so much!! Love ya xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112939424061392971?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112939424061392971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112939424061392971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112939424061392971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112939424061392971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/indian-diaries-day-1.html' title='The Indian Diaries - Day 1'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112932537910011878</id><published>2005-10-14T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:29:39.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day.....</title><content type='html'>Life, well it sucks for me in general, but then I look at my son and say, at least I know someone loves me with all his heart. Kids are wonderful. You wouldn't think that everyday could be something new, but it is. From the way they say a word, to their actions. You can't help but smile at them, even if they are naughty. The one good thing is that my son looks like me and not the man who helped in producing him. Not that the guy was awful, we were good friends, and honestly I am glad that he wants nothing to do with him. I love being a single mother. Sometimes it is tough, but you get through it. No matter how bad my day is I know that I can go home and only have to deal with my sons bad behavior!!!! I could write forever on my indiscretions with men, and many would be quite interested in what I have done. Lets just say that there is nothing that my son can do that I have not done. But this blog is about my boy, my next blog will give you a peek into my bad behavior. Well, I don't know what else I can say about my boy, except that he is the person that helped and helps me get through everyday. I may not be the best mother in the world and I know that I am far from patient with him, but that doesn't change how much I love him. Tata for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112932537910011878?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112932537910011878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112932537910011878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112932537910011878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112932537910011878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-day.html' title='Another Day.....'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112930829163131583</id><published>2005-10-14T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:44:51.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy muy triste</title><content type='html'>No se que me pasa pero buah. no estoy muy bien. Tengo cosas que hacer pero no las puedo hacer. No quiero ver a mis amigos, no quiero salir de la casa. Las cosas mas pequenyas me destroyen... por ejemplo que el gimnacio no esta abierta en los fines de semana. me lo ha dicho mi padre y me he puesto a llorar. Joder no estoy bien. y solo quiero hablar con alguin y no tengo a nadie. a nadie. y no se hacer nada ya. ya no tengo mi rotina y tengo miedo de conducir. no quiero volver a aprender. y de todas formas adonde iria? Buah. Todo esta mierda otra vez. no lo puedo aguantar en serio. Como voy a ir a la universidad encima.... a estudiar, algo que no hago hace tanto tiempo. no me acuerdo ya. no quiero. AHHH.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112930829163131583?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112930829163131583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112930829163131583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112930829163131583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112930829163131583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/estoy-muy-triste.html' title='Estoy muy triste'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112923952554416386</id><published>2005-10-13T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:38:45.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La tee dah</title><content type='html'>http://spaces.msn.com/members/novascotiarantandvent/  That's Robert's space above -- go visit him! He's been coming by here and always leaves a really nice and positive comment :-)  I'm getting ready to come around and visit and see what kind of stuff y'all (louisiana speak) or you'uns (NC speak) have come up with today. Good Man is at his rehearsal, so I saved my visitin' until now *grin*  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112923952554416386?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112923952554416386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112923952554416386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112923952554416386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112923952554416386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-tee-dah.html' title='La tee dah'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112922101850898957</id><published>2005-10-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:30:18.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>hello everyone! hm..well the summer is way different then i thought it would be! Its been worse then i thought it would be unfortunatley. I was pretty bored at the beginning of summer but things are startin to pick up. Well all the guys are at football camp right now which really sucks but it gives everyone girl time cuz everyone has been hangin with there boy or all the guys at one point or another. Oh well. So i hope your guys summer is goin good. Im sorry to who-ever is readin this cuz it's pretty boring so im gonna go now! toodles  -Lizz- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112922101850898957?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112922101850898957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112922101850898957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112922101850898957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112922101850898957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112915341248884355</id><published>2005-10-12T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:43:32.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>OMG...school is almost here...school shopping (which i guess i can't say i mind)...seeing all the &amp;quot;back to school&amp;quot; signs...going in for pics...having a schedule (which i can't say i mind..cuz there are alot of sweet classes w/sweet ppl). But still...summer needs to last forever. Either way i'll get to see everyone :) And continue guard and tennis :) either way...see you all before too long...enjoy summer while u can! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112915341248884355?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112915341248884355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112915341248884355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112915341248884355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112915341248884355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112898062508613496</id><published>2005-10-10T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:43:45.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project SuperStar... My Opinions</title><content type='html'>IMHO  Was so shocked once again, not that the higher scores got kicked out, but i'm so disappointed many Singaporeans actually questioned Kelvin's Project Superstar adventure so far has been due to the citizens' sympathy......  Stats have shown that Kelvin is a true winner as his SMS supports span from different ppl, not like Junyang or Kelly's where multi-votesfrom particular supporters were evident. Host Quan Yi Feng did sort of helpedKelvin in relatinghisearlier appology to the show's producer for all the extra preparations for his performance, she also claimed that the producer cried. One thing i have to admit, Junyang did performed better that night. lolx... Irony. Both sick. but luckily Junyang didn't show them in his performances... for Kelvin, it was so obvious.   Kelvingot thru to pave way for Kelly's success? Bullshit. I believe the organisers are very fair so far except for one of the Judges who is clearly biased, those who watch every week will know... The tremendous support they gave to Kelvin for his stage performance's preparationwas evident for the fairness.  By the way, Kelly only got in because of the vigorous advertising of her from her school and somestrong die-hard fans. Those who had catched the Female Final will agree Xinhui beat her hands down, even Kelly's personal singing coach, Lee Fei Hui admitted it at Xinhui's last song. Kelly admitted she actually prepared to get the boot this time... but once again she got through, her fans won. Kelly didn't... actually. I wondered, the advertising's the winning factor?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112898062508613496?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112898062508613496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112898062508613496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112898062508613496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112898062508613496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/project-superstar-my-opinions.html' title='Project SuperStar... My Opinions'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112896275466054678</id><published>2005-10-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:45:54.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memphis Minnies</title><content type='html'> Caught up with Kate and Y over dinner and drinks at Memphis Minnies last night... havent seen them in far too long!!! Dinner was awesome, I had the Texas Beef Brisket plate with sweet potatoes, greens and corn bread gotta love a good BBQ joint. Ys been working like a madwoman splitting her time between offices in NYC and India. Crazy, that sister of mine &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112896275466054678?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112896275466054678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112896275466054678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112896275466054678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112896275466054678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/memphis-minnies.html' title='Memphis Minnies'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112889384547892826</id><published>2005-10-09T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:37:25.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>Nothing hurts like love,  Nothing hurts so much - but you won't know till you get burned by the flame.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * * * ** * * * ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112889384547892826?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112889384547892826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112889384547892826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112889384547892826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112889384547892826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112887620045908287</id><published>2005-10-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:43:20.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start</title><content type='html'>so here starts my &amp;quot;blog&amp;quot;, which is a very ugly word. I used to have a livejournal, and that sounded much prettier. oh well, tis life. it's a on and off beautiful day here in minnesota- it rains then it's sunny again. right at the moment the sun is out and a zillion birds- mostly blackbirds- are in the feeder out front. there was one this morning with a bright yellow head- i'd never seen one of those before.  oh- two things about me right off the bat- if anyone else ever reads this besides myself- 1. i almost never capitalize 2. i am one of the oldest 23 year olds you're likely to meet (yes, i realize i sound like an 80-year old woman when i talk about my birds, or the weather for that matter.) A funny thing about ife is how quickly it can turn corners on you and start a different chapter. one day i was starting college as an insecure, panic attack ridden 18 year old, and the next day (okay, a mere five years later) i am a confident, outgoing (for the most part), mom ( of a 2 1/2 year old girl named Cece) who ended up marrying her highschool sweetheart. that's another funny thing about life, how it tends to push you like a strong wind in the direction you are destined to go. i never thought i would marry nick. especially when i started college, i wanted to go out and have fun and date. so i did. we were'nt together for much of my two years in school. it was one of the freest times in my life, and i have also never felt more lost. i had this sinking feeling in my heart that something was not right. no- it wasn't just nick- i'm not that sappy- my life had no clear direction, and while it was exhilarating to be completely free of any preset expectations, it was also disorienting and sometimes nauseating. it was like being on drugs- you get both sensations at once- the rush of the alien substance and the rejection of it. nick and i got back together, impulsively bought a dog named milo, and i felt pretty balanced again. i found out i was pregnant shortly after nick and i had started dating again. i was 19, and scared doesn't begin to explain. the chaotic kalamity that ensued can be called my own personal &amp;quot;big bang&amp;quot;. From it, the dust settled and slowly i could begin to see a new world forming. Everything from before was destroyed and i mourned the pieces of my life that were gone, but what was before me was more beautiful than i ever could have planned.  remember how i said i was not sappy? you could make a good argument against that statement at this time.  so there is a brief history of time in the universe of &amp;quot;recent me&amp;quot;, fueled by prozac and caffeine. cheers! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112887620045908287?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112887620045908287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112887620045908287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112887620045908287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112887620045908287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/start.html' title='start'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112880710208193166</id><published>2005-10-08T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:31:42.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the track</title><content type='html'>well nuthin exciting has happened yet...ive been bored as usual. i wuz so bored that me and 1 of my sisters built a car track...we used paper tape crayons and dried glue. lol it actually worked...the dried glue wuz used for lil ramps, the crayons were the boundary and the papers were taped together as the track. i just watched shrek 2...lol its funny (ITS A THONG!) lol. im eatin dinner either at chilis or kfc tonite...yum! well ill go now so cya. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112880710208193166?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112880710208193166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112880710208193166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112880710208193166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112880710208193166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/track.html' title='the track'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112872127824744086</id><published>2005-10-07T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:41:18.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Welcome to the home of the Metal Dragons!!!</title><content type='html'>Quote Welcome to the home of the Metal Dragons!!!Greetings and welcome to the home of the Metal Dragons. If you are reading this you are most likely part of our crew. This Blog will be the place for all things Live on the Xbox and Xbox 360. Metal Dragon members and friends, feel free to send me any ideas you would like to see on the page. I will be including Friend lists, favorite games of some of our members, possible game night schedules, etc... Let me know what you think! SCHUEY F1 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112872127824744086?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112872127824744086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112872127824744086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112872127824744086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112872127824744086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-about-welcome-to-home-of-metal.html' title='Talking about Welcome to the home of the Metal Dragons!!!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112870328808336262</id><published>2005-10-07T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:41:31.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just same old kinda day</title><content type='html'> Hey Guys!! lol well.. today was a perfect day to go to the pool!!! lol anyways that's pretty much all I do in the Summer time.. yeah you guys never e-mail me or comment to me.. golly what friends you are!! lol j/j.. well I better go now.. so I'll ttyl luv you guys!!   ~Britt &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112870328808336262?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112870328808336262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112870328808336262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112870328808336262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112870328808336262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-same-old-kinda-day.html' title='just same old kinda day'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112863433494985043</id><published>2005-10-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:32:14.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life 6/31</title><content type='html'>Saturday, August 6, 2005  This song is one that describes my situation very well. It makes me sad whenever I hear it, but it's cool at the same time. I can even sing in key with the lead singer! Whoo hoo!  I'd Do Anything by Simple Plan  Another Day is going by I'm thinking about you all the time But you're not there  And I'm here waiting  And I wrote this letter in my head Cuz so many things were left unsaid But now you're gone  And I can't think straight  This could be the one last chance To make you understand  (Chorus) I'd do anything  Just to hold you in my arms To try to make you laugh Cuz somehow I can't put you in the past I'd do anything  Just to fall asleep with you Will you remember me?  Cuz I know  I won't forget you  Together we broke all the rules Dreaming of dropping out of school And leave this place To never come back  So no maybe after all these years if you miss me have no fear I'll be here  I'll be waiting   This could be the one last chance to make you understand And I just can't let you leave me once again  (Chorus)  I close my eyes And I all I see is you I close my eyes I try to sleep I can't forget you Nanana (...) And I'd do anything for you Nanana (...)  (Chorus)  I'd do anything To fall asleep with you I'd do anything There's nothing I won't do I'd do anything To fall asleep with you I'd do anything Cuz I know  I won't forget you  Imp &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112863433494985043?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112863433494985043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112863433494985043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112863433494985043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112863433494985043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-life-631.html' title='My Life 6/31'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112861667177037704</id><published>2005-10-06T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:37:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite the weekend</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine from LAspent the weekend with me; we had a great time going out to dinner, seeing the sites around town, visiting with mutual friends of ours, as well as lots of alone time where we could 'entertain each other'. Among the things we did was breakfast with a very dear friend of mine, at a local mom &amp;amp; pop restaurant that specializes in breakfast and lunch, only. The food was great, the company even better... but one thing did happen while we finished up our breakfast. I saw her... you know it, say it with me... the ex-girlfriend. LOL  She walked in and sat a few tables away from us, with her new boyfriend. I was immediately amused at the coincidence of seeing her in this part of town (she lives in the old money part of town, very far from here). I made a point to keep smiling and laughing (perhaps overdoing it) during our table conversation, but I would steal glances at her.I don't know if she evernoticed me, but her body language suggested that she did. There was alot of hands over eyes, 'rubbing them' of course. She also tended to prop her head on one arm, with her hand partially covering her face. I was very amused by this unexpected side-show, and tried to concentrate on our table when I really just wanted to stare at my ex.   You see, I was hoping she would do something crazy and off the hook, like she usually did when we were dating. Mind you, I don't have anything against spontenaity, but her idea of spontenaity usually involved obscene amounts of alcohol, which only made her obnoxious and embarassing. None of that happened today though. I did find myself looking at what I presumed is her boyfriend. 'A bit too old for her' I thought to myself as I noticed his slight dusting of gray at his temple while he spoke on his cell phone. The large amount of faded tatoos on his arms, also told me he had seen several lunar cycles in his time. As we left the restaurant, I made a point to look at her and smile... she never once acknowledged me, keeping her eyes fixed on her dude, intent on her conversation.  She's on in her own life, and I am in mine... having walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand with my lady friend. I immediately told her the story as we drove out of the parking lot. My friend is a clinical therapist, so she had several ideas and theories about what was happening in my former relationship. I quickly dismissed the topic after telling her that it suddenlymade me feel uncomfortable. When she asked me why, I told her 'Because I feel like I am going to bed with my therapist!' A round of laughter ended that topic, and we were off to the airport for the goodbyes. It was a great weekend. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112861667177037704?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112861667177037704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112861667177037704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112861667177037704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112861667177037704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/quite-weekend.html' title='Quite the weekend'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112854893920455437</id><published>2005-10-05T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:48:59.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey  hey</title><content type='html'> hey guys whats good wit cha same o same o wit me well i was bored so i decided to write in my blog lol but here is my shcedule just incase ur wonderin 1: algebra -mrs diffine 2:english -mrs holeyfield 3-am history -coach simmons 4- library worker 5-science -mr craig 6- bball 7- keyboarding. well i guess i will tlk to you guys later   luv ya lots TE  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112854893920455437?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112854893920455437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112854893920455437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112854893920455437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112854893920455437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-hey.html' title='hey  hey'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112853066814086404</id><published>2005-10-05T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:44:28.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cry</title><content type='html'>Days in debris, throughout a dateThese little children fight with fate.  They sleep in worlds dirtiest floors,Pick filth to clear your snobbish dirts.You see them- but pretend not to!But only ONCE-If you have time out of your selfish business,Look into their eyes &amp;amp; they question:What do I lack? ,Wheres my fault?,Wheres my share?  NO booksNO foodNO wear,NothingNobodyNowhere.   Help them growFrom bud to stem,Hear their CRYCRY for them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112853066814086404?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112853066814086404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112853066814086404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112853066814086404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112853066814086404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/cry.html' title='The Cry'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112846241218703345</id><published>2005-10-04T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:46:52.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relient K</title><content type='html'>lol well i just woke up agaiinn and Im gunna Sit here and play my guitar for a while thennnn gunna get a shower go do sum stuff and then at 5 got to worrkk &amp;lt;3   When he was seeing herYou could see he had his doubtsAnd now he's missing herBecause he knows he's missing outNow it's haunting himThe memories like a ghostHe's so terrifiedCause no one else even comes closeHe's a guy that you should feel sorry forHe had the world but he thought that he wanted moreI owe it all to the mistake that he made back thenI owe it all to my girl's ex-boyfriend So then, along comes me, This undeserving mess (undeserving mess)Who would believe my lifeWould be so blessed (life would be so blessed)Two years ago He left all that to breath (left all that to breath)Who would of known It would be everything I needHe's a guy that you should feel sorry forHe had the world but he thought that he wanted moreI owe it all to the mistake that he made back thenI owe it all to my girl's ex-boyfriend If it wasn't for him I would still be searchingIf it wasn't for himI wouldn't know my best friendIf it wasn't for himHe would be able to seeIf it wasn't for himHe would be as happy as meShe and I settled down you can betThat he is going to have to settle for lessHe's someone that I would hate to beI got the girl and he's left with just the memory.He's a guy that you should feel sorry forHe had the world but he thought that he wanted moreI owe it all to the mistake that he made back thenI owe it all to my girl's ex-boyfriend If it wasn't for him I would still be searchingIf it wasn't for himI wouldn't know my best friendIf it wasn't for himHe would be able to seeIf it wasn't for himHe would be as happy as me   ^oneee of my favoritededed songsssss cha yuh &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112846241218703345?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112846241218703345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112846241218703345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112846241218703345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112846241218703345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/relient-k.html' title='Relient K'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112844403666217804</id><published>2005-10-04T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:40:36.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamed to be a Chinese!!!!!:S:S:S</title><content type='html'>yesterday the whole bbs at sohu.com was swearing and blaming a japanese referee who gave China 3 red cards. I just give some comments from a referee's point of view, and my post was immediately deleted by the bbs admin. I dunno why they are making so much effort to make Chinese hate Japanese. Well, the war was finished long long ago, and this is only a football game, a fair game according to my observation.  just take a look at these comment of asingle post, if you understand chinese you'll understand what I mean.. I lovemymotherland, butI would say, China has no hope of majority of ppl are thinking in this way, a rediculus and insane way.  Quote from http://bbs.sports.sohu.com/read-soccer-805219-0-12.html:        13-reallyfree[reallyfree@chinaren]08-0112:38[][][][],81120058181181274537385     Re:            [fang1987_sohu@sohu] 08-01 15:55 []   [] [] []                 Re:           00 [fwi2000@sohu] 08-01 15:59 []   [] []                 1            [cuiyibo1984@chinaren] 08-01 16:00 []   [] []                 1            [cuiyibo1984@chinaren] 08-01 16:01 []   [] []             1                [batty9@sohu] 08-01 16:02 []   [] []             8~.    Re:            [cuiyibo1984@chinaren] 08-01 16:04 []   [] []             ()&amp;gt;8~.&amp;gt;&amp;gt;    1            [cuiyibo1984@chinaren] 08-01 16:20 []   [] []             13    1            [cuiyibo1984@chinaren] 08-01 18:32 []   [] []             1    Re:           acg [ape2@sohu] 08-01 18:56 []   [] []             ding    Re:           NO.1 [mjlgood@sohu] 08-01 20:54 []   [] []                 Re:           shifangshushi [shifangshushi370@sohu] 08-01 21:03 []   [] []             &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112844403666217804?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112844403666217804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112844403666217804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112844403666217804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112844403666217804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/shamed-to-be-chinesesss.html' title='Shamed to be a Chinese!!!!!:S:S:S'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112837504759015780</id><published>2005-10-03T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:30:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>n2m</title><content type='html'>Not much has been goin on lately. I cleaned a bunch today and it made me very exhausted. I also went out to clean my horses stalls and it was already done! and that makes me happy cuz then i dont have to do more work. But in one of my horses stalls', i think there is an animal coming in, which is never good. So i have to get that all taken care of soon or it might hurt my horse and i would be very upset if that happend. But ill fix it soon.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112837504759015780?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112837504759015780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112837504759015780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112837504759015780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112837504759015780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/n2m.html' title='n2m'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112835736004075991</id><published>2005-10-03T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:36:00.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos!</title><content type='html'>Hoje nao tem nada de novo, passeio com pai de manha, &amp;quot;tentativa&amp;quot; de passeio com a mae de tarde (deu dor de barriga na pateta!!... hahahaha), portanto, hoje so' vamos ter fotinhos... e' consegui as fotos da maquina da mae, tem de tudo, churrascos, passeios, brique, show e familia... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112835736004075991?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112835736004075991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112835736004075991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112835736004075991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112835736004075991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/fotos.html' title='Fotos!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112828947955724693</id><published>2005-10-02T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:44:39.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponsor me for Lifelong AIDS Walk 2005</title><content type='html'> I have been fundraising like crazy for the 2005 AIDS Walk and am still the #1 fundraiser - but Tina Podlodowski, the Executive Director for Lifelong AIDS Alliance, is on my heals and determined to beat me. I need your help! Help me beat all fundraising records for past AIDS Walks. I currently have $5,200, but would like to see at least $8,000 raised by September 10th! I am offering my services to complete a task you have been putting off (no home painting please), or maybe some technical help at your house or business? For you Seattle Storm/WNBA fans, I also have a few auctions on eBay with loads of autographed items. All proceeds will be donated to Lifelong AIDS Alliance.  Thanks for your support!! Check out my walk page and DONATE TODAY! http://www.aidswalk2005.org/site/TR?px=1020163&amp;amp;fl=en_US&amp;amp;s_tafId=1102&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1050  eBay Auction: http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZjonascheQ5f2002 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112828947955724693?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112828947955724693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112828947955724693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112828947955724693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112828947955724693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/sponsor-me-for-lifelong-aids-walk-2005.html' title='Sponsor me for Lifelong AIDS Walk 2005'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112827145980389156</id><published>2005-10-02T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:44:19.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty Call</title><content type='html'>The Dilema Of the Booty Call  I aint ur Booty Call   Que baina esta i hate that fcking tiltle! &amp;quot;Booty call &amp;quot;&amp;amp; Im No Hoe  So I was with this guy not soo long ago who is a really old friend know him In &amp;amp; Out when it comes to reltionships y personalidad but i got drunk &amp;amp; He kissed me i being an idiot kissed him bck things Got hot &amp;amp; heavy We foled around ( they shouldnt have) &amp;quot;We should do this again he says&amp;quot; i was like wateva. the next morningi looked in the mirror y realized What Did i Do Which is smthing that i do very often i dnt necessarly regret it was just upset because of wat my other friends will think of me + he's got a Girl &amp;amp; that pissed me off because I'd hate for it to happen to me So yo no se lo hago a Nadie BUt he keeps persuing me &amp;amp; its gotten to the point to where am actually thinkin about it. I've Only Been with 2guys He's the 2nd  The First Guy was another friend Whom i do Regret Doing Anything with BecauseI ended updeveloping feelings forhim &amp;amp; he felt NADA! like that. so i just sat bck &amp;amp; watched him hook up with other chcks. Hemade me feel like a Hore above other things ( hedidnt have a grl ) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112827145980389156?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112827145980389156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112827145980389156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112827145980389156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112827145980389156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/booty-call.html' title='Booty Call'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112820259674296890</id><published>2005-10-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:36:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troupe is ending!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I WAS IN INDINA FOR I THINK 3 DAYS. I GOT TO SEE THE USA NATIONAL GYMASTICS COMITION. AND THE TROUPE PREFORMED THERE. OMG AND THE GYMNAST WHO COMPETIED SAW US. THE FAMOUS PEOPLE. (WELL THEY ARE FAMOUS TO ME) And on the sad side of things troupe is almost over. Our last performance is on Wedsday at 7 in Regner. So come if you aren't doing anything. I am going to miss it so much. And I will miss the awsome van rides. And all of us will miss the FUN FUN FUN van rides with Jena. Hopefully next year will be at least 1/2 as fun as this year becuase then it will be a blast!!!!!!! I will miss all the the troupies and I will miss being stuck in the back seat. LOL (it is an inside joke, and it wasn't that bad)  Thanks for all of the fun Troupies  Sammi And don't forget to smile &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112820259674296890?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112820259674296890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112820259674296890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112820259674296890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112820259674296890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/troupe-is-ending.html' title='Troupe is ending!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112818506490930207</id><published>2005-10-01T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:44:24.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's you</title><content type='html'>...for you who's my hiding-away-from-the-world friend  it's you.i don't know why, but it's you. . .  idon't know when, but it's youi see, it's youi care.  it's youi think the end of the story,  my same old story. . .. i burst out to laugh silently  for it reminds me of the past.  remind so much, so close. i see your face, look right into your eyes.  ... or maybe it's you look so right into mine. i saw you everyday. you saw me everyday too.  we passed. we smiled. just two people.  iwas shy.i was not sure. i was afraid.  ilooked down to my feet.i saw yours. i looked up.i saw your eyes. i saw the way you sloped your head to look into my eyes. i red.i smiled.  the happiness thati lost before.  the happinessi thoughti forgot how to feel.  return.   _ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112818506490930207?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112818506490930207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112818506490930207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112818506490930207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112818506490930207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-you.html' title='it&apos;s you'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112811639173042921</id><published>2005-09-30T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:39:51.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>Again I started to breath I became alive Heart that beats now  In a way I can feel and hear Leaving those ghosts behind Those doubts, fears and pain Light of a dark green sky Shining the way I walk  I don't really care about All the rocks they fell on me All were soft like the rain of love And I willwait for the rain To have a small moment to make Soimportant to keep the rain To send back all those fallen stones Back to the fake land they came from Land of friends, enemies and people Land of circumstances andconditions Land of lies, masks and obstacles Fake land, not for you, nor for me Because your love is the only reality All the pain was a path for me to pass And we passed it together Alive because you are happy Living to be with you for eternity No matter what the price will be A love is only one for the whole life I found it in you and will keep it  As long as I live for you Alive because you love me Alive because never I stopped to love you You made me alive Only you made a Dead Poet Alive  Once again...only for you...my immortal beloved sunflower...  By Dr.Firas The Dead Poet Alive today :-) 16-August-2005 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112811639173042921?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112811639173042921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112811639173042921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112811639173042921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112811639173042921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112809842288570640</id><published>2005-09-30T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:40:22.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The High Price of a Character</title><content type='html'>We all love it when we can identify with a character in a novel, and for the right price it is easy. Author and comic book pioneer Neil Gaimen started the ball rolling when he auctioned off the name of a boat in his latest book. Now authors likeJohnGrisham, Stephen King, Amy Tan, and Chuck Paluniukare following suit. Just log onto eBay, place your bid, and your name could be a character in a best-selling book. The proceeds go to The First Amendment Project. Just bear in mind, the authors retain creative control. Do you really want to be the next Tyler Durdon?  [Thanks for the link Tina] &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112809842288570640?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112809842288570640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112809842288570640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112809842288570640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112809842288570640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/high-price-of-character.html' title='The High Price of a Character'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112802945520768288</id><published>2005-09-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:30:55.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Man and Fate</title><content type='html'>Words of the prince to the most trusted of his men. Every Action has consequence. This truth was apparent in my fight against the evil Vizier. My struggle against the horror I created because of my trusting ignorant nature as a child, has left me with a very important lesson of life. Death is sudden, quick, uncontrollable, but time. Time is predictable, easily manipulated. Completely and utterly controllable, and yet the two work together in painful unison. This is truth that holds what I thought would lead to the answer to all of life riddles, and yet by the sight of the old man I know now my fate, my death. So death has caught up with me! It is written that my life must end death is after me. Well, death will have to keep up! It has lost an ally and gained and enemy, for time is mine!  My life after my deadly encounter with the sands of time has left my psyche in shambles. Yes, once I drove the dagger into the top of the hourglass I gained back all I had lost and set right all the wrongs. Yet that fact didnt quell my nightmares, or dim the screams in my head. I had seen things no other had and only I had memory of it. Men turning to monstrosities, my father, all those women, children, and in my struggle I struck them all down. Mercilessly, disintegrating them to the dust they had become. Battle was never good for the mind of a man. This is a lesson I learned from the start. I see it in my fathers soldiers, the nervous glances and shaking hands. Yet mine seems much worse, the nightmares are almost real. As I awoke in the night, shaking in sweat soaked sheets, I felt as if I should be dead, as if I should have died long ago. So it is that I have spent many nights awake pondering over the decisions in my life. The stupidity of my childhood, the trusting nature I had so eagerly embraced, and all the while vowing to never be that naive again. It was then that the beast came, a dark shadow that loomed over me, as if death itself sought to be by my side. My late night walks took my mind and spirit to places to dark for even a killer imagine. I felt the beast stalking just out of the corner of my eye its great bulking mass taunted my every waking hour. So I began my training as a means of occupying my time, a way to hide. All the while growing stronger, faster, deadlier. Wars and battles claimed my innocence. Time passed and the shadow became my obsession coxing me to train harder to learn not the art of a warrior, but death. Strange sensations flowed though out my increasingly tortured soul, and I felt weakened. Then one night as I lay in bed searching the shadows outward of my balcony. Strange news came to my father, news of the Old Man. I could not believe he was still alive after all these years. The last I or my father had heard of him, was was before we took that faithless trip to Azad! I knew then that I had to see the Old Man there was a bond between him, my fate, and Allah help me, the death shroud I felt breathing down my neck. All three intertwined forming into some great web. I pondered the rest of that night of what I would find in the middle of the great web that was my life. Several times I decided to go to the old man and several more I decided not to. In the end just as I lay down to try and find a moment of peaceful slumber I found that my life had been wrought with danger, what could an old man do that the sands of time could not? It was because I could not find an answer to this question that I set of to find the old man and get the answer from him.  Blood flew in the air like a flock of birds spooked from their perches. Men surrounded me in all quarters protecting me from what lie just feet away, on the stern of the ship its great mass rising, death reborn. Tearing my fellow shipmates to pieces! In my younger days the mangled mass of broken and bloodied corpse might have made my stomach turn and caused my heart to race but now they affected me no more than broken branches that crossed my path. A cool chill ran the length of my spine, a twinge a tingle, the chill of fearlessness. The night was hot, and humid on the cool seawater. Clouds covered the sky, no rain fell but lightning ripped through. Flashing the creatures featureless face in the dark. Giving the men glimpses into their own deaths every time the booming sound of thunder rang in their ears. I on the other hand was ecstatic! The shadow that had loomed over my head for years, that tortured my mind from the inside out. Lay just but a few feet in front of me. It possessed the power of death, but I had complete control of time. Time to rid myself of this skulking beast! My feet knew no equal in speed this night. I leapt into the air using the backs of my men as platforms to catapult myself even higher, low rigging of the ships sails came close, and I grabbed on tight to the tense rope. A half spin and my sword cut though the begging ropes weave, and all at once the dropping of the furthermost sail propelled me forward! The air whipped past, and I slammed into my stalker! Sword held straight out I thrust it forward, and I felt the sliding of my blade as it delved deep into the shadows flesh. I laughed in ecstasy. Then caught myself. Too easy. I leapt back just as a massive head slammed down into the deck shattering the wood into chips, leaving my sword deep in the shadows chest. The force of the quake took my sure feet for a spin, but they found themselves and in turn a sword. The shadows arm swung out swiping for my head, I ducked then with a snap of my ankle and kick of my leg the sword at my feet shot up and sliced all the way through the shadows wrist. Light reflected off the tip of the blade where the blood had flowed down off the metal, but the rest of the blade was an unnoticeable shadow, covered in blood. I gripped the blade and ripped it from the shadows arm, then spun out of the way as another massive hand flew towards me and gripped my other sword, dug deep in its chest. I ripped them out with the ferocity of a tiger that had not been fed for weeks. A smile crossed my lips. I felt the shadows pain as they exited his a cursed body. The arm was wide but I managed to swing myself into a standing position on its shoulders. I brought my blades down with the fury of twenty men, slashing and stabbing at every limb in sight, arms neck, head, chest, back! In moments I tore the shadow down! The men on the ship stood still, mouths gaping as my blood soaked armor glinted just faintly under the moon of the night. Cheers arouse, course and frightened. I turned thinking to take a good look at my stalker to finally give the shadow a face. I turned and the gasps from the men were so sharp and full of fear I felt them stab into my back like daggers. A mighty grip tightened on my throat. The shadow was alive, and it had me. I fought ferociously for what seemed a long time. Kicking, slashing, doing anything I could to free myself. Until I could feel my limbs no longer, they became numb and useless. I had a moment then when my thoughts finally became my only defense of the shadows monstrous grip. My mind the only thing keeping me alive. Somewhere in my random thought bursts, and lapses. My men came to mind. The men I so trusted. The closest of my friends had not lifted a finger to help me. I called to them cursing their names, and it was with a gut wrenching horror that I realized they were all dead, no longer recognizable. The pieces of their bodies were spread everywhere. The despair I had hidden from, the pain I felt deep in my soul, no doubt a pain that was put there by the shadow that now gripped me in its unrelenting grasp. Sprung forward, and hit me with a pain that any experience of death could never bring. I felt my mind slipping. I gave in, and death took me. I awoke from my dreams. Oh, did I say dreams. Sorry, I meant from my nightmares in the death of night, shaking, spooked. Every sound wrenched at my ears until I was ready to pull them off. Every shadow leapt from the wall and it was all I could do not to leap from my bed and slash at everything in sight. I walked the halls of my quarters for the remainder of the night, looking out my high windows every time I passed. Looking to the heavens for an answer. Morning came but an answer did not. What could an old man do that the sands of time could not? I hesitated for only a moment my night getting the best of me, but in the end I knew the outcome would not be as it had in my dreams. For I was the son of a mighty king of Persia, with the ability to control time itself. I had defied fate once already in my struggles against the Vizier. I would do the same now, just as before. I marched into my fathers quarters, and requested a ship be made ready to make voyage. My father was skeptical at first. I go to see the Old Man. And that was all it took. My ship would be ready by morning  It is written that my life must end. Said the prince with a sharp twinkle in his eye. Death is after me. His friends fear stricken face glanced only for a moment and found the princes quick smirk. Then watched as fear in all its forms was ripped from the princes bright blue eyes. Well, death will have to keep up. It has lost an ally and gained an enemy, for time is mine! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112802945520768288?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112802945520768288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112802945520768288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112802945520768288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112802945520768288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/old-man-and-fate.html' title='The Old Man and Fate'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112801154059083885</id><published>2005-09-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:32:20.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All-Stars</title><content type='html'>Bud and Taylor were both chosen to try out for the All-Star Baseball team in their division (11-12 and 9-10). They both made it on to the team and had very different experiences. Bud's coach didn't have him play in either of their games (both losses, 7-2 and 8-3, I think) in Stowe, about an hour away. He was the ONLY one who didn't play! That was pretty rotten. Had an interesting phone call with him, in which he gave a very hollow apology and I got the impression he'd do the exact same thing again. Taylor's coach DID have everyone play (though I suggested he do so after the first game). Taylor was the only kid with any catching experience (he'd wanted to catch all the regular season but only got to in a few games at the end) so he played catcher ALL of these two games! He had a great time, even though they lost both of their games, too (2nd one was a nail-biter, in the hot hot sun...)  Moral: If you find a good coach, convince him/her to coach every sport. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112801154059083885?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112801154059083885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112801154059083885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112801154059083885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112801154059083885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-stars.html' title='All-Stars'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112794332782136702</id><published>2005-09-28T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:35:29.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ashlee's house again</title><content type='html'>i went to ashlee's house again, just as i said i would. i had a wonderful day...mostly. there was a part of it that i didn't like because i kept hurting her... im so sorry ashlee,i really am. then there was another time that i didn't like because i had a bad headache, i was very hungry, i was tired and lots of other things were bothering me. such as me hurting her... it wasn't bad, but i still don't like to hurt her. anyway, we watched maffia, then a bunch of tv and we went outside. that's when i kept hurting her... then we went inside and watched the waterboy. by then i was feeling better. we ate food while watching it, then i had to go home. then i told her good night and stuff again. she sent me an email saying that her mom kept complaining about me on their way home. she said that i don't ever say hello or good bye to ashlee's little sister, yet i do but no one can ever hear me. then ashlee told me that her mom was saying that she doesn't like that i don't pick what i want to eat. there's a reason for that: i have never had that damn problem. what's made is made, if i don't like it, i either eat it anyway or go hungry. that's how it has been all of my life, so why should i change now? god, people must really like to piss me off because they do it quite a bit. anyway, now i can't get fuckin get on msn, and it's pissing me because it's almost 11 and i haven't been on there very long at all. it kicked me off, then when i finally got back on, i couldn't talk to anyone, so i signed out then tried to sign back in which i have been doing for quite a while now. damn it... oh well, i still got to spend the past two days with my love, ashlee. oh i love her so much, i really do... to me, she's perfect, and i will always love her, no matter what others say or think. i really do love her... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112794332782136702?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112794332782136702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112794332782136702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112794332782136702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112794332782136702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/ashlees-house-again.html' title='ashlee&apos;s house again'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112792566011145939</id><published>2005-09-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:41:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>yesterday,we ate beef that tasted very good. and lamb meat too. it was so good! the beef was from my aunts parents. and zhi quin ate too much. he rubbed his stomach. i did not swim well. i had two mosquito bites on my finger so i couldnt put the fingers together. so i didnt swim well but toda i will swim better. i wanna swim in that outdoor pool one day so that i can get a little darker. i am too white. oh i ate subway here and it sucks. the day before yesterday i biked very well but then yesterday i couldnt bike very good. i was tired. so i only biked 20 minutes and walked 10 minutes. but today ill do better. tommorow im going to my grandpas house for a day. and next week im going to the lake area for a day. ill see what happens tommorow at his house. he came today to see us. only for about 10 moinutes. just to talk about tommorow. i sleep like 10 hours a day. thats a lot. only 20 more days left so i have to work hard. o chuchu still didnt finish her homework. they get so much homework but then she cant sit and do her homework for a long trime she keeps coming out to talk and then she gets yelled at she goes back in and a minute later she comes out again and the same thing happens. the most she sits for is about 10 minutes. i think its funny. albert doesnt listen that much i have another goal get darker &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112792566011145939?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112792566011145939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112792566011145939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112792566011145939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112792566011145939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112785666652011523</id><published>2005-09-27T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:31:06.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Well just got done with class which I hate. It's investment and i can understand the teacher so that sucks and we have a test on monday:(   I got to talk to Shelb and my God child just a few mins ago so that was sweet to bad Shelb had to go to work but ill get to talk to her later in the wk or sometime soon. I have to call morg tonight because she had a date on sun. and she sounded exited in her voice mail. I couldnt call her back last night because the team wanted to go out and party last night so i went with them to make sure that some of them didnt do something stupid and keep crack company because she didnt drink anything either. it was funny some ppl got really drunk and it was interesting and then i hund out with Cat and played with one of their roommates cats so it was fun. We decided to watch Jerassic park 3 at lke 11 at night so it was kind of fun. When we decided to take the drunks home ;( me and ho where in the other car watchin crack take them home and we passed a bunch of cops so i thought that they where goin to get into trouble because the were acting crazzy but it ended all good.  We dont scrimmage until like 6:30 so i have to wait like all day to do that. I cant wait till wrestlings on so that i get to see undertaker and the peeps champ :) o well its only a life time way o well. Have to run gots to go to treatment for the damb ankle man i need a new one.  trum &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112785666652011523?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112785666652011523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112785666652011523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112785666652011523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112785666652011523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112783875066269656</id><published>2005-09-27T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:32:30.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Sofa Express</title><content type='html'>Well, our &amp;quot;grand&amp;quot; opening was yesterday, and we had some good foot traffic, (though I don't know what a typical Saturday is like, since it's my first.) Made a sale, I can see where this will get much easier once I have all my product knowledge together. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112783875066269656?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112783875066269656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112783875066269656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112783875066269656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112783875066269656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-at-sofa-express.html' title='Life at Sofa Express'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112777103081377419</id><published>2005-09-26T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:43:50.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg will he ever shut up?</title><content type='html'>OK back on my soap box. Matt Lauer from the Today show interviewed Tom Cruise and the subject of his hasrh words about Brooke Shields came up.He (Tom) pretty much blasted the whole Psych field. He (Tom) said that Matt didnt know the history of Pshychiatry but he(Tom) did. Whew what a relief, here I was thinking he was just talking out of his moviestar ass.( ok in case you didnt know that was sarcasm)Along with having a baby i must have missed his getting his doctorate in psychaitry.He blasted the use of ritalin and adderal. OK Tom come to my house when my dtr hasnt taken her medication and then tell me about it!!Or check out report card before and after. He also said there was no such thing as a chemical imbalence. He must have missed that lecture. No wonder Nicole dumped his sorry ass.I mean everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion, but you dont blast someone elses, just becuz its different than yours.How narrowminded. OK I'm done now &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112777103081377419?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112777103081377419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112777103081377419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112777103081377419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112777103081377419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/omg-will-he-ever-shut-up.html' title='omg will he ever shut up?'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112775269770499654</id><published>2005-09-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:38:17.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one puppy left</title><content type='html'>only one male puppy left. it makes me cry everytime one goes. i love them all. we still have the one adult female also for sale...maybe another ad in the paper or something. well its off to work for me. tgif  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112775269770499654?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112775269770499654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112775269770499654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112775269770499654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112775269770499654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-puppy-left.html' title='one puppy left'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112768389314642587</id><published>2005-09-25T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:31:33.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in mn and so far so good!</title><content type='html'>welps i'm in mn right now, i didn't even get to see sam today...bummer, turned out that we were both at different malls...i was at the brookdale center and he was at the maplewood mall..man i was really looking forward to seeing him. i talked to him today and man..he sounds so HAWT! lol..and he is hawt haha. buttah yeah..imma prolly call him around 9:30 since he said he was gonna be bored and needed someone to talk to so he wanted me to call..so imma probably call later and talk to him for a while.  goshers...i really wanted to see SAM! gosh, we would've had so much fun shopping together hehehe and hanging out..man, that dork. i should've called him before..goshers i'm so stoopid. welps i don't wanna go home tomorrow i still wanna stay in mn and hope to see sam soon..this is like my only time and chance hehehe buti over heard something that he said while we were on the phone saying that he was gonna come to madison so i really can't wait! and i hope he comes to the madtowne tourney if i can make it..damn it! i really was looking forward to seeing that gay DORK, SAM! hahaha that dude is so funny..i love talking to him lol..welps i guess that's it. laters.  maimoua xiong &amp;lt;3 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112768389314642587?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112768389314642587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112768389314642587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112768389314642587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112768389314642587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-in-mn-and-so-far-so-good.html' title='i&apos;m in mn and so far so good!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112766594803443306</id><published>2005-09-25T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:32:28.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishbowls</title><content type='html'>OH WOW! hahaha, had such an awesome night out with Scarletta! Two fishbowls in one night, that must be some kind of personal record. lol. Hahaha, tis great. Was dansaing and got supa dupa hammurd. Hahaha. Man, I love Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stephani to dance to, it's so amazing. UGH this yellow teeshirt guy was tryin to rub me up with a hardon. How NASTI. Scarred for life I thwear. Scarlett was a dancing! TOOT TOOT! hahah, on for another round tonight with Stella Bella. YAY! WIll post pictures when I get them.  When the fuck do we get our results man? I'm confuzzled. Some say it's the 15th and then others say 18th and then others like the 26th! Wtf, time is getting cut short very muchly.  Barbeque leftovers kick ass!   'I'd rather burn out than fade away.'   Kurt Cobain &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112766594803443306?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112766594803443306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112766594803443306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112766594803443306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112766594803443306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/fishbowls.html' title='Fishbowls'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112759477317324423</id><published>2005-09-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:46:13.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simple vs real</title><content type='html'> Simple vs. Real  Anyone can stand by you when you are right, but a Friend will stand by you even when you are wrong...  A simple friend identifies himself when he calls. A real friend doesn't have to. A simple friend opens a conversation with a full news bulletin on his life. A real friend says, &amp;quot;What's new with you?&amp;quot; A simple friend thinks the problems you whine about are recent. A real friend says, &amp;quot;You've been whining about the same thing for 14 years. Get off your duff and do something about it.&amp;quot; A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears. A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book. A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took so long to call. A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. A real friend seeks to help you with your problems. A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself. A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight. A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A real friend expects to always be there for you!   so all of u who have a real friend in ur life dont forget about them for a simple friend cause only when they are gone u will think of all the things they done for u but u never did for them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112759477317324423?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112759477317324423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112759477317324423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112759477317324423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112759477317324423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/simple-vs-real.html' title='simple vs real'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112757669567294364</id><published>2005-09-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:44:55.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...SLEEP</title><content type='html'>My sister was supposed to have rec soccer today from 9 to 11, and my mom had a hair app. so we were gonna go to lincoln...earlier than I was willing to get up. My mom woke me up at like 7, and Courtney and I didn't go to bed until almost 2! THAT IS JUST NOT ENOUGH SLEEP!! So anyways, The rec thing was kinda postponed due to it pouring rain outside, and then my mom's hair app. was canceled because Lisa is friggin sick. So now we AREN'T going to lincoln, and my sister doesn't have soccer until like 2:30...so I woke up for nothing. But now that I'm up I can't go back to sleep, so I'll just talk to you all later...   Sam &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112757669567294364?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112757669567294364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112757669567294364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112757669567294364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112757669567294364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleep.html' title='...SLEEP'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112750831980205497</id><published>2005-09-23T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:45:19.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristy the Great</title><content type='html'>LOL This goes out to Kristy the Great!!  She saved me from the claws of the butch on the other side of the country...Yay!!  Thanks a lot!!!!!!  :-)  I owe you dude!!!!!   What other superpowers do ya have?? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112750831980205497?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112750831980205497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112750831980205497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112750831980205497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112750831980205497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/kristy-great.html' title='Kristy the Great'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112748937094596765</id><published>2005-09-23T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:29:30.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; me...</title><content type='html'>Ha ha ha ha ha!!! I just figured out the song my neighbor was singing at the top of his lungs this morning. Every morning he comes home and parks his car in the garage right outside of my bedroom window. Now this situation has gotten better. He USED to come home from work at 3 am each morning. His shift must have changed because now he is home around 9:30. So each morning he comes in and the condo complex is pretty quiet, but he drives in rocking out like a friggin villian! I don't think he realizes his singing and music carries.. especially the 20 feet to my bedroom window. I have started to affectionately think of him as my serenader because every morning I hear the latest song. This morning I couldn't remember the name of it, but as i am sitting here listening to Yahoo Music the song You &amp;amp; Me by Lifehouse came on. THAT'S THE ONE!!! I actually started laughing out loud at his singing this morning. I can so relate being a dork myself, but shitballs, its hilarious to hear him singing his heart out... hahaha! I hope he didn't hear me this morning? He is a pretty shy guy and I would hate to hurt his feelings... But holy funniness Batman!!! It's something that you just have to experience... ya just have to be there..   http://music.msn.com/artist/?artist=16101844&amp;amp;app=3 Don't confuse them with the &amp;quot;Serenader&amp;quot; ha ha ha &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112748937094596765?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112748937094596765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112748937094596765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112748937094596765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112748937094596765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-me.html' title='You &amp; me...'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112742193025672724</id><published>2005-09-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:45:30.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its aug. 4th... i think</title><content type='html'>hey... im back in kansas and not a thing has changed sence i left.. i thought that somethings at home would change... i found someone while i was in michigan that im really fallin fast for... just talking to him makes my day better and happier!! i care about him alot and the distance between us just sucks... i dont know what exactly to do!! its just really hard!!! so if anyone got any ideas... let me know... i love you Jeremiah... Much &amp;lt;3, Bethanie &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112742193025672724?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112742193025672724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112742193025672724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112742193025672724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112742193025672724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-aug-4th-i-think.html' title='its aug. 4th... i think'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112740299816749778</id><published>2005-09-22T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:29:58.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restoring Old Photographs</title><content type='html'>This is my dad when he was a baby. You can see that the original is rough around the edges and my mother wrote on the photograph with marker. Afer scanning the photo, I digitally repaired and enhance the photo, removing the marker, and added to the area under his feet so that he didn't appear to be falling off of the photo. Then I couldn't decide which looked better.....the sepia tone or the black and white. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112740299816749778?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112740299816749778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112740299816749778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112740299816749778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112740299816749778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/restoring-old-photographs.html' title='Restoring Old Photographs'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112733509679440310</id><published>2005-09-21T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:38:16.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO CARLA</title><content type='html'>BABE I JUST WANNA LET U NO THAT I LOVE YOU AND THAT URE THE NICIEST PERSON EVER AND IM NEVER GO LET U GO AND O YEA.....30 DAIIS TO MI B-DAY AND IM GONNA KISS U LIKE HELL AND IM THIS TIME IM NOT GONNA LET ANYTHING BE IN MY WAY HEHE &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112733509679440310?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112733509679440310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112733509679440310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112733509679440310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112733509679440310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-carla.html' title='TO CARLA'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112731700372434500</id><published>2005-09-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:36:43.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comments?</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody!! This is just a spot where I thought you guys could leave some comments or suggestions about what you would like to see happen this year if I was voted V.P. (Or event if I'm not... it's always great to get your opinions out there!!) I know I can't make any promises, especially not just yet, but I'd love to hear what you all have to say, so PLEASE leave comments!!! Thanks. -Em &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112731700372434500?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112731700372434500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112731700372434500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112731700372434500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112731700372434500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/comments.html' title='comments?'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112724860514615587</id><published>2005-09-20T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:36:47.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current State Of The Union</title><content type='html'>Current State Of The Union.  NOTE: Yes I know today is the 25th, im too lazy to do this tomorrow.  July 26th - August 2nd '05.  In:  The beginning of holidays Drama with Miss Ferguson Teachers only days Going to the Foo Fighters concert Getting drunk and online DJing Sleepovers Texting random people and last but not least...  Eco with the Sharminator  Out:  St. Thomas's in general. Taking your digicam/video camera to school with you. Music with Miss Myhre Maths with Miss Russel Calling people from different countries and wasting credit Tech with Mr Kumar Chris's. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112724860514615587?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112724860514615587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112724860514615587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112724860514615587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112724860514615587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/current-state-of-union.html' title='Current State Of The Union'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112723060284642524</id><published>2005-09-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:36:42.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Teller and my next 3 years</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, a fortune teller came to my office.I had her predict my destiny. I piad her 300 baht.Every people said that her prediction was amazing.She predicted with tarot cards. She know the things I want to know without saying anything. First thing she said when I walked to the room she was,&amp;quot;You ,surely , can go study abroad. Any thing else to ask me?&amp;quot;I was surprise that how she could know that studying abroad is my dream and I wanted to asd her about this. The Word, the Journey and the Emperer card mean I will study abroad in the future.Every card told me about my oversea journey.But my dream will become true if I finish a task of my family,the task about housing.I think it may be my parent's plan of building apartmentin Songkla province. Great! ... If it's true. About my love...the Tarot said that in next 3 years I won't have any boyfriend.I will meet the right guy when I am 26-27 years old (Umm...too long)He will be a man who is older than me about 7-9 years. (umm...too old)It would be good prediction for me if it happened sooner than 3 years. I'm a kind of person who believe the supernatural things.Yes, i believe the fortune teller but not 100%I write down the prediction in this blog just because I don't want to forget it.Next 3 years, I will read this bolg and check that it's true or not. Indeed, I hope it will happen. I will can study abroad. I will meet a man who will always be beside me... W a i t  a n d  s e e . . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112723060284642524?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112723060284642524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112723060284642524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112723060284642524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112723060284642524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/fortune-teller-and-my-next-3-years.html' title='Fortune Teller and my next 3 years'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112716184721765143</id><published>2005-09-19T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:30:47.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for the day</title><content type='html'> hollow hills bauhaus  ancient earthwork, fort and barrowdiscreetly hide their secret abodesthe most fearful hide deep insideand venture not there opon yuletidefor invasion of their hollow hillsthat music hold, and oberon fillis surely recommended notfor fear of death, in fear of rothollow hillshollow hillshollow hillshollow hillsbaleful sunds and wild voices ignoredill luck, disaster, the one rewardviolated sanctity of supermen's hillsso sad, love lies there still, so sad- so sadhollow hills, hollow hillswitches too, and goblin too and speckled sillslament, repent, oh mortal youso sad, so sad &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112716184721765143?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112716184721765143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112716184721765143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112716184721765143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112716184721765143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/song-for-day.html' title='Song for the day'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112714432114730895</id><published>2005-09-19T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:38:41.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29th Flight</title><content type='html'>  Aircraft: N429PA/N288PA, Pan Am 430/288 T/O Runway: 25L Landing Runway: 25L   T/O ATIS:   Info:Delta  Winds:220 at 7  Runway: 25  Temp: 34  Dew Point: 9  Altimeter: 2992   LandingATIS:    Info:Juliet   Winds: 280 at 11 Gust 14  Runway: 25  Temp: 38  Dew Point: 11  Altimeter: 2978  We initially went out in the morning to practice our take offs and landings, but the woman in the tower was really being a bitch. She yelled at me for trying to cut the communications short so she can go on and direct traffic. Her gave me instructions to extend upwind leg of the pattern, and I replied, &amp;quot;Copy that, extend.&amp;quot; She came back on and yelled, &amp;quot;NO! Extend UPWIND!!!&amp;quot; And I said, &amp;quot;Alright!, I COPY!!!&amp;quot; Then she extended us all the way out of DVT's airspace almost everytime we were in pattern, so we only got 3 landings down in about an hour. My instructor got frustrated and said, let's get the plane down and come back later when someone else is in the tower. So wewent back out in the afternoonand did about 20 short field/soft field landings to prepare for my stage check tomorrow. The guy in the afternoon was a lot nicer, and we were able to do more than 3 landings in an hour, we did about 10 per hour.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112714432114730895?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112714432114730895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112714432114730895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112714432114730895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112714432114730895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/29th-flight.html' title='29th Flight'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112707544269108064</id><published>2005-09-18T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:30:42.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'> For you  These feelings Ive had About things I found new Make me see entirely Of how I think of you   The rose that never withers The dream that never wakes The kiss that never lets go The heart that never breaks   I see you as the light  Only in my eyes I wish I could in return Just relieve you of the sighs   Because every time I think of you The flutters seem to grow Making me have a secret grin And to tell you is harder to show   Although Ive told you how I feel Compares to nothing as face to face And as much as id love for you to understand In time I hope youll have the same pace   As much as I really hate to go I want you always to remember and know I will always have care and love for you More then youll ever know   These words I put are entirely true And there will always be a place in my heart For you &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112707544269108064?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112707544269108064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112707544269108064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112707544269108064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112707544269108064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112705774835454326</id><published>2005-09-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:35:48.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Party...!!</title><content type='html'>          ....    ...  -         ..    ..        3  4     ..  ... ....                         .. 13   (()) (()) (())                 ...  .... .....   ..      -  ..   ..  .....  ...  ..   5555  +...  ...        ...         ... ... ...                    4     .....     ..      5 5 5       .....  ...   .. 5   ..    ......   .......   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112705774835454326?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112705774835454326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112705774835454326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112705774835454326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112705774835454326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/psycho-party.html' title='Psycho Party...!!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112698900268135190</id><published>2005-09-17T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:30:02.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELPFUL HINTS TO USE THE PHOTO ALBUM.</title><content type='html'>To help you move around the photo albumeasily.  Use the scroll bar just below the photosto the right, this will enable youto move the albumsup and downto choose what set of photos you would like to see. Highlight by clicking your curseron thephoto album you would like toperuse.  Just below the moving photos use thedouble linetabtopause, and the square tab to stop,the arrows areto advance the photos back or forth, the tab to the right allows you to enlargeand see a discription ofthe photos and use the slideshow feature,hit the triangular Play buttonat the extreme lower left to playa slideshow. When finished hit Home at top left to get back to the home page. Have fun ... ...  (The sections marked Progression show the progression of the painting from the begining concept to the final framed piece). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112698900268135190?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112698900268135190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112698900268135190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112698900268135190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112698900268135190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/helpful-hints-to-use-photo-album.html' title='HELPFUL HINTS TO USE THE PHOTO ALBUM.'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112690331324275611</id><published>2005-09-16T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:41:53.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...updates!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to mochajavamanDK for reminding me to update my wedding date on my things to know about me little list thingy! I totally would have forgot! Yeah, Stan was pissed on Sunday, one of the Red Sox guys got a home run and they did really good and won...Too bad we couldn't be there for that!! But I did get to see Johnny Damon...I have decided he is my favorite, for some reason that caveman look turns me on!! haha ...So yeah, did a lot of searching last night for the whole Vegas thing...I found a Friday to Monday stay for $266 for the flight and the hotel! Woo Hoo! Actually mom found it, but that is fricken cheap! I am so excited...I have to find out the date for sure on Wednesday, then I am going to see who all can come with, then see if they could even get us a deal with a big group of people. All I know is that it is going to be wild! I have never been to Vegas before...I want to get married by Elvis. I think that would just be the best!   So, yeah, I just got home from softball...only the second time the whole summer that I went...I just didn't feel like it before. I was at Friday's with mom and then the diamonds were right there, so I stopped, and ended up staying. It wasn't too boring actually. I had Lindsay and Jenny to talk to, they usually aren't there, so I talked to them and really didn't pay attention to the game !!   Nothing else really is up for mentioning until Wednesday for now...Stan takes his physical Wednesday morning, then he finds out what day he will leave then. Then I have super fast planning to do! Then me and mom are going wedding dress shopping this weekend!! Yay!! Even though it's a Vegas wedding, I still need a pretty dress!!  Oh, a week from tomorrow I get my stupid braces off! Yay!! Fricken Stan for talking me into them! I will love my smile when they are off, but I have had them for almost 2 years and I am just sick of food getting all stuck in them! Eeewww!!!   That's about it for now...Hopefully all my favorite people can make it to my wedding. I really want it to be special. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112690331324275611?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112690331324275611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112690331324275611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112690331324275611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112690331324275611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/yeahupdates.html' title='Yeah...updates!'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112688542597830278</id><published>2005-09-16T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:43:45.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in jail</title><content type='html'>well after sitting in jail for 3 weeks and having clown after clown beat on me and da office in charge said i had a vistor it was my old buddy herder he knew dat i was set up and was trying to figue a way to get me out we got a plan da plan was to start my own religion in jail and to get everybody to join then i will brainwash them it worked out fine i brainwashed every clown up in dat joint i had all da clowns start a riot it was scheduled to go down after lights out it went down juss as planned every clown was running and ridding thurr tiny cars round da gave me enuff of a distration to find herder who was waiting out front in his 89 station wagon get in bitch herder yelled at me we got to find who frammed you to be continued tomorrow  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112688542597830278?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112688542597830278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112688542597830278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112688542597830278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112688542597830278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-jail.html' title='in jail'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15875454.post-112681621880775240</id><published>2005-09-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:30:18.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2005816   CSSAUU</title><content type='html'> 2005816 CSSAUU     MMbaseball, tennis, badminton, swim  CSSAUUYong Hanfunding, 9  CSSAUUboard108Volunteer Group,  YongHanVice PresidentMMOfficer,nice. FUNDINGpolitical   ChristineCSSAUU Memberorganizer, not an observer.    CLUBMMXiaoyu Xudance clubperformance  utah, , , outdoor-hiking, Dance, , , baseballfootballwatch Utah   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15875454-112681621880775240?l=ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/feeds/112681621880775240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15875454&amp;postID=112681621880775240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112681621880775240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15875454/posts/default/112681621880775240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleysellickdiar.blogspot.com/2005/09/2005816-cssauu.html' title='2005816   CSSAUU'/><author><name>Ashley Sellick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04448051046752264234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
